There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while considering what she is to us alone.

Persecution readily knits friendship between its victims.

You Too? I thought I was the only one.

Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy must have somebody to divide it with.

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

By trying we can easily endure adversity. Another man's, I mean.

Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have forgotten how it goes.

There was a common proverb of old, "What is it to the Romans that the Greeks die?" So we think that our dangers and calamities only belong to ourselves. But how does this principle agree with the commandment of God? For his will is that we should all live together, and be to each other as brethren.

Pity may represent little more than the impersonal concern which prompts the mailing of a check, but true sympathy is the personal concern which demands the giving of one's soul.