By Albert Camus
He who hath many friends hath none.
For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.
My best friend is the man who in wishing me well wishes it for my sake.
The antidote for fifty enemies is one friend.
Liars when they speak the truth are not believed.
Without friends, no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.
Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.
To the query, What is a friend? his reply was A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
Obstinate people can be divided into the opinionated, the ignorant, and the boorish.
Piety requires us to honor truth above our friends.
No one would choose a friendless existence on condition of having all the other things in the world.
A friend to all is a friend to none.
Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow-ripening fruit.
The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.
People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn’t stop you from having your own opinion.
Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.
If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.
I believe today that my conduct is in accordance with the will of the Almighty.
I believe that all women are pretty without makeup and can be pretty powerful with the right makeup.
We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.