The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest and then becomes a host, and then a master

Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.

If you are a host to your guest, be a host to his dog also

Every guest hates the others, and the host hates them all

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.