Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden).
C. S. LewisOh Trees, Trees, Trees...wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and hamadryads, come out, come [out] to me.
C. S. LewisThe false religion of lust is baser than the false religion of mother-love or patriotism or art: but lust is less likely to be made into a religion.
C. S. Lewis