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"One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human."
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"If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, sir, should keep his friendship in a constant repair."
"When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend."
"When a man laughs at his troubles he loses a great many friends. They never forgive the loss of their prerogative."
"However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship."
"Here the whole world (stars, water, air,And field, and forest, as they wereReflected in a single mind)Like cast off clothes was left behindIn ashes, yet with hopes that she,Re-born from holy poverty,In lenten lands, hereafter mayResume them on her Easter Day."(Epitaph for Joy Davidman)"
"The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define."
"Caroline was always moody and miserable, but I liked it. I liked feeling as if she had chosen me as the only person in the world not to hate, and so we spent all this time together just ragging on everyone, you know?"
"And above all, you must be asking which door is the true one; not which pleases you best by its paint and panelling, the question should never be: 'Do I like that kind of service?' but 'Are these doctrines true: Is holiness there? Does my conscience move me towards this? Is my reluctance to move to this door due to my pride, or my mere taste, or my personal dislike for this particular door-keeper?"
"In friendship as well as love, ignorance very often contributes more to our happiness than knowledge."
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"The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age."
"Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with the part of another; people are friends in spots."
"The degree in which a poet's imagination dominates reality is, in the end, the exact measure of his importance and dignity."
"With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me."
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