Warm the mixture with sympathy. Do not let it get too hot at first, lest it only ferment mischief. Knead with oil of unselfishness to make all smooth. Beware of jars. The mixture should be kept in a warm corner of the heart.
Years can only improve the flavour of friends thus preserved.
Without expression the human being is just a lump of meat. When I'm born, I'm black. When I'm hot, I'm black. When I'm cold, I'm black. When I'm sick, I'm black.