Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets.
If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.
Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.
When a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.
The real test of friendship is: can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple?
Friendship is held to be the severest test of character. It is easy, we think, to be loyal to a family and clan, whose blood is in your own veins.
There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.
To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets.
If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.
Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.
When a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.
The real test of friendship is: can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple?
Friendship is held to be the severest test of character. It is easy, we think, to be loyal to a family and clan, whose blood is in your own veins.
There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.
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