Man loves most that which is his own.
Friends are born, not made.
It [love] is a disease to be born with patience, like any nervous complaint, and to be treated with counter-irritants.
Average human nature is very coarse, and its ideals must necessarily be average. The world never loved perfect poise. What the world does love is commonly absence of poise, for it has to be amused.
A friend in power is a friend lost.