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A Friend Is A Person With Whom I May Be Sincere. Before Him I May Think Aloud. I Am Arrived At Last In The Presence Of A Man So Real And Equal, That I May Drop Even Those Undermost Garments Of Dissimulation, Courtesy, And Second Thought, Which Men Never Put Off, And May Deal With Him With The Simplicity And Wholeness With Which One Chemical Atom Meets Another.

A Weed Is A Plant We've Found No Use For Yet.

Converse With A Mind That Is Grandly Simple, And Literature Looks Like Word-catching.

You've Got To Be Taught To Be Afraid Of People Whose Eyes Are Oddly Made And People Whose Skin Is A Different Shade.

It Is Not The Irregular Hours Or Irregular Diet That Makes The Romantic Life.