Sweetheart, come see if the rose
Which at morning began to unclose
Its damask gown to the sun
Has not lost, now the day is done,
The folds of its damasked gown
And its colors so like your own.

Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.