Man in society is like a flowr, Blown in its native bed. Tis there alone His facilities expanded in full bloom Shine out, there only reach their proper use. William Cowper
Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface. Washington Irving
Society is in this respect like a firethe wise man warming himself at a proper distance from it; not coming too close like a fool, who, on getting scorched, runs away and shivers in solitude, loud in his complaint that the fire burns. Arthur S. Schopenhauer