—Emerson.
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A day for toil, an hour for sport,
But for a friend life is too short.
—Emerson.
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After a certain age a new friend is a wonder. There is the age of blossoms and sweet budding green, the age of generous summer, the autumn when the leaves drop, and then winter shivering and bare.
—Thackeray.
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Bitter and unrelenting enemies often deserve better of us than those friends whom we are inclined to regard as pleasant companions; the former often tell us the truth, the latter never.
—Cicero.