It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.

The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.

If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.