"The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven."

-----Shakespeare, "The Merchant of Venice"

"Attack me, I do this myself, but attack me rather than the path I follow and which I point out to anyone who asks me where I think it lies. If I know the way home and am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the right way because I am staggering from side to side!? If it is not the right way, then show me another way; but if I stagger and lose the way, you must help me, you must keep me on the true path, just as I am ready to support you. Do not mislead me, do not be glad that I have got lost, do not shout out joyfully: 'Look at him! He said he was going home, but there he is crawling into a bog!' No, do not gloat, but give me your help and support."

-----Leo Tolstoy, from a personal letter.

"I liked Balzac a lot, read 'luck and leather', and 'le cousin pons'. Balzac was pretty funny. His philosophy is plain and simple, says basically that pure materialism is a recipe for madness. The only true knowledge for Balzac seems to be in superstition. Everything is subject to analysis. Horde your energy. That's the secret of life. You can learn a lot from Mr. B. It's funny to have him as a companion. He wears a monk's robe and drinks endless cups of coffee. Too much sleep clogs up his mind. One of his teeth falls out, and he says, 'What does this mean?' He questions everything. His clothes catch fire on a candle. He wonders if fire is a good sign. Balzac is hilarious."

-----Bob Dylan, from "Chronicles Vol. 1"