Nature loves nothing solitary, and always reaches out to something, as a support, which ever in the sincerest friend is most delightful.
Marcus Tullius Cicero (1856). “Cicero's Three Books Of Offices, Or Moral Duties: Also His Cato Major, an Essay on Old Age; Laelius, an Essay on Friendship; Paradoxes; Scipio's Dream; and Letter to Quintus on the Duties of a Magistrate”, p.206
