How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.

Friendship is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself...

You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.

A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.

The greatest healing therapy is friendship.