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For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
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--_Emerson_.

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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_.

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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_.

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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_.

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Friendship does not spring up and grow great and become perfect all at
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