He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.
He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
My friends, remember this, that there are no weeds, and no worthless men, there are only bad farmers.
At the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry - Les Miserables
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