The turkey. The sweet potatoes. The stuffing. The pumpkin pie. Is there anything else we all can agree so vehemently about? I don’t think so.
Agreement makes us soft and complacent; disagreement brings out our strength. Our real enemies are the people who makes us feel good so that we are slowly but inexorably pulled down into the quicksand of smugness and self-satisfaction.
Agreement with two people, lamentation with three.
They two agreed like two cats in a gutter.
Half a loaf is better than none.
Agreement makes law.
An agreeable companion on a journey is as good as a carriage.
Birds are taken with pipes that imitate their own voices, and men with those sayings that are most agreeable to their own opinions.
They say that it’s hard for men to agree. You’d be surprised how easy it is – when both parties hold as their moral absolute that neither exists for the sake of the other and that reason is their only means of trade.
I don’t like to talk much with people who always agree with me. It is amusing to coquette with an echo for a little while, but one soon tires of it.