To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

For I Have Had Too Much Of Apple-picking:i Am Overtired Of The Great Harvest I Myself Desired.

The Only Way Out Is Through.

You Know How Cunningly Mankind Is Planned: We Have One Loving And One Hating Hand. The Loving's Made To Hold Each Other Like, While With The Hating Other Hand We Strike.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

If Society Fits You Comfortably Enough, You Call It Freedom.