Drawing on my fine command of the English language I said nothing.

I have tried to know absolutely nothing about a great many things and I have succeeded fairly well.

Why do they call it rush hour when nothing moves?

When I was growing up my mother was always a friend to my siblings and me (in addition to being all the other things a mom is) and I was always grateful for that because I knew she was someone I could talk to and joke with and argue with and that nothing would ever harm that friendship.

For prayer is nothing else than being on terms of friendship with God.

How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

Since there is nothing so well worth having as friends never lose a chance to make them.

The real test of friendship is: can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple?

I always felt that the great high privilege relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.