Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.

Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.

We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.

Hell is other people.

Life begins on the other side of despair.