I found this truth in the ruin of my own house during the Fronde. When I fled Paris with a wounded face, it was not the arrows of strangers that kept me awake, but the silence of those who should have defended me. Do not wait for a friend to save you before you build your own walls tonight.
“We are inconsolable at being deceived by our enemies and betrayed by our friends, yet still we are often content to be thus served by ourselves.”