Originally posted on So Sick of Drowning:
Interrogator: ‘Do you really think for a moment that your friends would do as much for you as you seem to be ready to do for them?’
Odette: ‘Yes, I do but the point is unimportant. I do not barter loyalty against loyalty. I am no shopkeeper, Monsieur, and I sell nothing by the pound. If they were prepared to betray me that would not influence my decision in any way. I am only responsible to my own conscience.’
Jerrard Tickell (p.257)
I will not permit the coherence of my moral universe to be affected by the incoherence of somebody else’s.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound’s the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.