For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
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--_Emerson_. * * * * * After a certain age a new friend is a wonder. There is the age of blossoms and sweet budding green, the age of generous summer, the autumn when the leaves drop, and then winter shivering and bare. --_Thackeray_. * * * * * Bitter and unrelenting enemies often deserve better of us than those friends whom we are inclined to regard as pleasant companions; the former often tell us the truth, the latter never. --_Cicero_. * * * * * Does friendship really go on to be more pain than pleasure? I doubt it, for even in its deepest sorrows there is a joy which makes ordinary pleasure a very poor, meaningless affair. --_Unknown_. * * * * * Friendship does not spring up and grow great and become perfect all at |
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