Friendship is the wine of existence; love the dram-drinking.
—Bulwer.
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He who has ceased to enjoy his friend's superiority, has ceased to love him.
—Madame Swetckine.
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I thank Thee, Lord, for every moment dropped
Into my life that had some sweetness in it,
For all the golden hours when friendship met
And gave up heart for heart and thought for thought,
For all the love that faithful hearts let fall,
To drop into mine own; for every look
From loving eyes; for every smile or word
That gladdened me; for subtle influence
That made me strong, dear Lord, I thank Thee.
—Pastor.
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I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of a song;