"Sometimes I am a bit ashamed of myself when I think how few friends I have amidst a host of acquaintances. Plenty of people offer me their friendship; but, .... I reject the offer in almost every case; and then am dismayed to look about and see how few persons in the world stand near me and know me as I am,--in such [ways] that they can give me sympathy and close support of heart. Perhaps it is because when I give at all I want to give my whole heart, and I feel that so few want it all, or would return measure for measure. Am I wrong, do you think, in that feeling? And can one as deeply covetous of friendship and close affection as I am afford to act upon such a feeling?"
--Woodrow Wilson
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Wilson was pretty profound, wasn't he? He was very much able to observe objectively, which of course made him enigmatic.
It's eerie, how much alike we are, hmm?
Or eyrie, if you like.
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