My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a read more

My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.

We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of eachother everywhere.

We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of eachother everywhere.

There are three great friends: an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.

There are three great friends: an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day read more

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend -- or a meaningful day.

To the world you are just one person, but to one person you could mean the world.

To the world you are just one person, but to one person you could mean the world.

A faithful friend is a strong defense: and he that hath found one hath found a treasure.

A faithful friend is a strong defense: and he that hath found one hath found a treasure.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and read more

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by read more

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.

Some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part read more

Some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up, does rejoice. I guess I just miss my friend.