“Unless man anchors the real love, man will always drift in the middle of nowhere!”
“No man, unless he be dead in living, can feel at anchor in this life.”
“I love man as my fellow; but his scepter, real, or usurped, extends not to me, unless the reason of an individual demands my homage; and even then the submission is to reason, and not to man.”
“anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.”
“I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.”
“A heart anchored in money will only drift away.”