We rarely find that people have good sense unless they agree with us.

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break, our bonds of affection.

I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

For friendship, like freedom, must be tended.

It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.

We are all full of weakness and errors; let us mutually pardon each other our follies—it is the first law of nature.