Friendship is born from an identity of spiritual goals - from common navigation toward a star.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.

Man is a knot into which relationships are tied.

If it is true that wars are won by believers, it is also true that peace treaties are sometimes signed by businessmen.

The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to you a door which never, perhaps, is opened to another. Such a friend is true, and all he says is true; and he loves you even if he hates you in other mansions of his heart.

There is a cheap literature that speaks to us of the need of escape. It is true that when we travel we are in search of distance. But distance is not to be found. It melts away. And escape has never led anywhere. The moment a man finds that he must play the races, go the Arctic, or make war in order to feel himself alive, that man has begin to spin the strands that bind him to other men and to the world. But what wretched strands! A civilization that is really strong fills man to the brim, though he never stir. What are we worth when motionless, is the question.

If you tame me, it would be as if the sun came to shine on my life.