We all need friends with whom we can speak of our deepest concerns, and who do not fear to speak the truth in love to us.

Play exists for its own sake. Play is for the moment; it is not hurried, even when the pace is fast and timing seems important. When we play, we also celebrate holy uselessness. Like the calf frolicking in the meadow, we need no pretense or excuses. Work is productive; play, in its disinterestedness and self-forgetting, can be fruitful.

We all need friends with whom we can speak of our deepest concerns, and who do not fear to speak the truth in love to us.