Better make a weak man your enemy than your friend.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace.

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

Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.

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

The more I traveled the more I realized that fear makes strangers of people who should be friends.

Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.