To be capable of steady friendship or lasting love are the two greatest proofs not only of goodness of heart but of strength of mind.

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame very pretty often hot and fierce but still only light and flickering. As love grows older our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals deep-burning and unquenchable.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun it falls tenderly yet sadly on the heart.

If instead of a gem or even a flower we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend that would be giving as the angels give.

There is a magnet in your heart that will attract true friends. That magnet is unselfishness thinking of others first when you learn to live for others they will live for you.

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart I shall say that life is good.

It is only the great hearted who can be true friends. The mean and cowardly Can never know what true friendship means.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

I cannot even imagine where I would be today were it not for that handful of friends who have given me a heart full of joy. Let's face it friends make life a lot more fun.

Freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter mush. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of its substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order.

My heart goes out to the brave citizens of Syria who each day risk and even sacrifice their lives to achieve freedom from a murderous regime. We in Israel welcome the historic struggle to forge democratic peace-loving governments in our region.

A free and truly independent press - fiercely independent when necessary - is the red beating heart of freedom and democracy.

Woe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely interference with freedom of the press but the sealing up of a nation's heart the excision of its memory.

Don't ever dare to take your college as a matter of course - because like democracy and freedom many people you'll never know have broken their hearts to get it for you.

A new breeze is blowing and a world refreshed by freedom seems reborn for in man's heart if not in fact the day of the dictator is over. The totalitarian era is passing its old ideas blown away like leaves from an ancient lifeless tree.

None can love freedom heartily but good men the rest love not freedom but licence.