Wit is cultured insolence.

Author: Aristotle

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Between friends there is no need of justice.

The actuality of thought is life.

Wishing to be friends is quick work but friendship is slow-ripening fruit.

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.

Purple haze, all in my brain, lately things just don't seem the same,

Things may happen, and often do, to people as brainy and footsy as you.

Silence is golden when you can't think of a good answer.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.