Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.

A Friend is like a bra: close to your heart and there for support.

A Friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same.

A Friend is just an acquaintance until you know what drawer they keep their utensils in.

Friend is a person at whose house you can comfortably and confidently poop without caring.

Friendship is not something you get; rather it is something you give.

Friendship is a roller coaster — He who seeks a constant friend goes to the cemetery.

Friendship is good — better a stranger made a friend than a friend made a stranger

Friendship is to do unto some one that which you would not allow him to do unto you.

Habit is the invisible architecture of daily life.

Habit is that into which uncertainty disappears.

Habit is the second nature which destroys the first.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.