The great thing about new friends is that they bring new energy to your soul.

But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.

Only one thing’s sadder than remembering you were once free, and that’s forgetting you were once free.

I love you like a river that understands that it must learn to flow differently over waterfalls and to rest in the shallows. I love you because we are all born in the same place, at the same source, which keeps us provided with a constant supply of water.

Maybe those nihilist philosophers are right; maybe this is all we can expect of the universe, a relentless crushing of life and spirit, because the equilibrium state of the cosmos is death.

Love is blind, but friendship closes its eyes.

Religion began when the first scoundrel met the first fool.