Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends and society are the natural enemies of a writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.
Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
Friends show their love in times of trouble.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
False friends are worse than open enemies
Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.
A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.
Be careful the environment you choose for it will shape you; be careful the friends you choose for you will become like them.
Sorrow is like a precious treasure, shown only to friends
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends
I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies all right. But my damn friends—they're the ones that keep me walking the floor nights!
We make our friends; we make our enemies; but God makes our next-door neighbour.
Choose your friends carefully. Your enemies will choose you.
He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.
If you want to make peace, you don't talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.
A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends.
Time should make enemies and Life should make friends.
You never really know your friends from your enemies until the ice breaks
Are you willing to spend time studying the issues, making yourself aware, and then conveying that information to family and friends? Will you resist the temptation to get a government handout for your community?
Like most other things not apparently useful to man, it has few friends, and the blind question "Why was it made?’ goes on and on, with never a guess that first of all it might have been made for itself.
One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast... a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it's still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for awhile and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: You will outlive the bastards.
Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.
What though youth gave love and roses age still leaves us friends and wine
When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.