Comfort is the god of this world, but comfort it will never obtain by making it an object.

Comfort is overrated — life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Comfort is Comforts and syphilis are the greatest enemies of mankind.

Comfort is nothing to be proud of — you should never be comfortable, man. Being comfortable fouled up a lot of musicians.

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.

Grief is a room without doors.

Grief is the essence of humanity — Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Grief is a great struggle — grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Grief is a developer of the powers of the mind.

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.