In private conversation between intimate friends, the wisest men very often talk like the weakest : for indeed the talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.

I still think I'm playing back home in the street in my town with my mates. That's why I love the game, and mostly, I don't pay too much attention to social media or look at stuff that's out there.

No one has probably helped me more with my narcissism than my dog.

Here's to the women we've met, and to the women we've fucked, And to those amongst us who've had no such luck. Here's to beer in the glass, and vodka in the cup, Here's to pokin' her in the ass, so she won't get knocked up. Here's to all of you, and here's to me, Together as friends we'll always be, But if we should ever disagree, Then FUCK ALL OF YOU, HERE'S TO ME!

Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.

To love and be loved, that is the miracle of youth

His mind could do without faith, but his heart could not do without friendship.

Friend' is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.

When Cosette went out with him, she leaned on his arm, proud, happy, her heart full to overflowing. Jean

True friends are always together in spirit.

Happy or unhappy, families are all mysterious. We have only to imagine how differently we would be described - and will be, after our deaths - by each of the family members who believe they know us.