One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure—the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it? Truthfully?
I have friends in overalls whose friendship I would not swap for the favor of the kings of the world.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.