Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.
Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying 'You gave me the wrong key!
