"Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch."
Author: John Dryden
No receipt openeth the heart but a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes, suspicions, counsels, and whatsoever lieth upon the heart to oppress it, in a kind of civil shrift or confession.
- Francis Bacon
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Loved both those quotes... you're the BEST! 
OH welllll... time to go kill that shit again tonight with Hams, glutes, and abs 