I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the last human blessing.

There's not an instruction manual on how to deal with success, so you just have to rely on having great friends and a good team.

Sisters make the best friends in the world.

I have friends in overalls whose friendship I would not swap for the favor of the kings of the world.

I am slow to listen to criminations among friends, and never espouse their quarrels on either side. My sincere wish is that both sides will allow bygones to be bygones.

I distrust the wisdom if not the sincerity of friends, who would hold my hands while my enemies stab me.