“This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one’s true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.”

When first you enter Wisdom’s sea, beware-A wave of indecision floods you there.

A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul – His dancing breaks beyond the mind’s control.

The fruit of love’s great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility.

Let love lead your soul. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.

The Sea Will be the Sea Whatever the drop’s philosophy.

Were you indeed not blinded by the Curse Of Self-exile, that still grows worse and worse, Yourselves would know that, though you see him not, He is with you this Moment, on this Spot.

The ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in beams.

If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets

Friendships are discovered rather than made.

O innocence, how glorious and happy a portion art thou to the breast that possesses thee! thou fearest neither the eyes nor the tongues of men. Truth, the most powerful of all things, is thy strongest friend; and the brighter the light is in which thou art displayed, the more it discovers thy transcendent beauties.

You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand. But you turned into a lover, and mother what a lover, you wore me out.

Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.

All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.

I’m a juvenile product of the working class, who’s best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.