I once watched a young scholar who sought the company only of men who could lend him money. He spoke of high philosophy while counting his coins, believing that gold alone made him wise. It was a folly as plain as a mirror reflecting nothing but dust. To walk with fools is to become foolish; to sit beside flatterers is to grow soft in the heart. We are not forged…
“Tell me with whom you associate, and I will tell you who you are.”
