Count your garden by flowers, not fallen leaves. Count your life with smiles, not tears and when your life has reached its autumn, count your age by friends, not years.
Keep the lamp of friendship burning with oil of love, because sun rises in the east and sets in the west but friendship rises in the heart and sets after Death.
Special relations are hard to find. They are rare and one of a kind. I don’t care if I have few, I’m damn proud that I have the best and that includes you.