朋友
It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.
The trend is your friend until it ends.
Time is on your side when you own shares of superior companies.
"The wise man learns more from his enemies than the fool from his friends."
Time is your friend; impulse is your enemy.
Time is your friend; impulse is your enemy.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
The melancholy science from which I make this offering to my friend relates to a region that from time immemorial was regarded as the true field of philosophy, but which, since the latter's conversion into method, has lapsed into intellectual neglect, sententious whimsy, and finally oblivion.
A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.