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.

We humans are self-absorbed by nature, and spend most of our time focusing inwardly on our emotions, on our wounds, on our fantasies.

Remember that a gesture of friendship, no matter how small, is always appreciated.

It’s just human nature to try and figure things out. So, when we’re in the midst of a situation, we usually try to reason our way through it.

When you have good friends you’ve been around, every time they talk, you don’t give them your full attention. You don’t look them in the eye and stop. Half the time, you’re listening, half the time, you are ignoring them.

If people wonder, yes, Hillary Clinton is my friend. She has been a friend to me and Barack and Malia and Sasha, and Bill and Chelsea have been embracing and supportive from the very day my husband took the oath of office.

I’m definitely gaining new fans, and that’s the key of any success… gain more love.

My wife has about everything I can think of.

I think women love very hard. We love men. We just love with everything we have. And sometimes, I don’t know that that love is met with the type of dignity that we wish it would be met with.

Sheep, like people, are ungovernable when hungry.

Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can – that is their secret.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

Some animals are cunning and evil-disposed, as the fox; others, as the dog, are fierce, friendly, and fawning. Some are gentle and easily tamed, as the elephant; some are susceptible of shame, and watchful, as the goose. Some are jealous and fond of ornament, as the peacock.

Prayer is simply talking to God like a friend and should be the easiest thing we do each day.

A friend to all is a friend to none.

I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

I think tolerance and acceptance and love is something that feeds every community.

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

I think one of the basic reasons men make good friends is that they can make up their minds quickly.

Everybody’s journey is individual. If you fall in love with a boy, you fall in love with a boy. The fact that many Americans consider it a disease says more about them than it does about homosexuality.

I do things I love doing. Sometimes that is maybe going out to have a drink with friends, going out partying or whatever.

There are three faithful friends – an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.

I love America, it’s a much more permissive place.

Courage is like love; it must have hope for nourishment.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

In the stillness of your presence, you can feel your own formless and timeless reality as the unmanifested life that animates your physical form. You can then feel the same life deep within every other human and every other creature. You look beyond the veil of form and separation. This is the realization of oneness. This is love.

My friends, there are no friends.

Of all nature’s gifts to the human race, what is sweeter to a man than his children?

When the people we love stop paying attention, trust begins to slip away and hurt starts seeping in.

The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.

You send a boy to school in order to make friends – the right sort.

O‘ What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

Men shrink less from offending one who inspires love than one who inspires fear.

You’ve got to reach a hand of friendship across the aisle and across philosophies in this country.

I let the dog out, or I let him in, and we talk some. I let him know I like him, and he lets me know he likes me.

It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend.

Isn’t it amazing that we are all made in God’s image, and yet there is so much diversity among his people?

The human race is governed by its imagination.

In whatever adulation you get, there’s truth and there’s not truth. And wherever they dog you, and they say it was horrible – there’s truth and there’s not truth. It’s human nature to like to read the adulation more.

May we never confuse honest dissent with disloyal subversion.

Love is easy, and I love writing. You can’t resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you’re in love.

I don’t know how to have a normal relationship because I try to act normal and love from a normal place and live a normal life, but there is sort of an abnormal magnifying glass, like telescope lens, on everything that happens.

The theoretical understanding of the world, which is the aim of philosophy, is not a matter of great practical importance to animals, or to savages, or even to most civilised men.

Nothing is so intolerable to man as being fully at rest, without a passion, without business, without entertainment, without care.

Marriage is an adventure, like going to war.

Jump out the window if you are the object of passion. Flee it if you feel it. Passion goes, boredom remains.

True happiness arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one’s self, and in the next, from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.

So many guys are so conservative with their hair, and I always joke with all my buddies when they mess with me, and I’ll say, ‚That’s right, keep the same haircut for ten years.‘ How fun is that?

I have always considered it as treason against the great republic of human nature, to make any man’s virtues the means of deceiving him.

It’s probably the worst feeling in the world, when you’re deeply and madly in love with a woman and you know she’s not feeling you the same way, and you don’t know why.

The only big things I’ve purchased are my dad’s heart valve and a Rolls-Royce for my parents, for their anniversary. And that was only because my dad had a Lady Gaga license plate on our old car and it was making me crazy because he was getting followed everywhere, so I bought him a new car.

Of mankind we may say in general they are fickle, hypocritical, and greedy of gain.

The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.

Hell is other people.

We’ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it’s going to get on by itself. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it.

Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

Dreams are the guiding words of the soul. Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration?

The key to winning is choosing to do God’s will and loving others with all you’ve got.

At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst.

My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches.