A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

A girl's legs are her best friends, but the best of friends must part.

The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn't exist.

It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior impartiality.

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.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable everyday to the same human being.