A friend is a lot of things, but a critic isn’t.
If you have a friend, things are better than if you didn’t have a friend.
I think that is where poetry reading becomes such an individual thing. I mean I have friend who like poets who just don’t say anything to me at all, I mean they seem to me rather ordinary and pedestrian.
Everyone calls himself a friend, but only a fool relies on it; nothing is commoner than the name, nothing rarer than the thing.
Charles James was a dear friend of mine when I was a little boy – 17, 18. He was mad as a hatter. I had no idea how famous he was.
A heart makes a good home for the friend.
Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings.
You even called me stupid in your verse, and I’m almost agreeing, for where stupidity is involved, you are quite an expert, friend.
Look at Christ, my dear friend: His life was divine through and through, full of self-denial, and He did everything for mankind, finding His satisfaction and His delight in the dissolution of His material being.
Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.