I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.
“I cannot but be grieved to go from my native land, and especially from that part of it for whom and with whom I desired only to live; yet the dreadful apprehensions I have of what is coming upon this land may help to make me submissive to this providence, though more bitter.”
“Life is about rhythm. We vibrate, our hearts are pumping blood, we are a rhythm machine, that's what we are.”