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"There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man."
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"Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree."
"One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood."
"Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends."
"For how many things, which for our own sake we should never do, do we perform for the sake of our friends."
"Piper: it looks like we have hole. Percy: Yeah we've got a dam hole! (LOL-ing) Piper: What! Percy: Inside joke. (still LOL-ing) Piper: Whatever."
"I am sorry to think that you do not get a man's most effective criticism until you provoke him. Severe truth is expressed with some bitterness."
"I use my friends rather as giglamps : There's another field I see: by your light. Over there's a hill. I widen my landscape."
"Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title."
"True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance."
"Never injure a friend, even in jest."
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"On desperate seas long wont to roam Thy hyacinth hair they classic face Thy naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome."
"I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife."
"I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom."
"And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?"
"And thus when by Poetry, or when by Music, the most entrancing of the poetic moods, we find ourselves melted into tears, we weep then, not... through excess of pleasure, but through a certain petulant, impatient sorrow at our inability to grasp now, wholly, here on earth, at once and forever, those divine and raptorous joys of which through the poem, or through the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses."
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