A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.
Chand ne Chandani ko yaad kiya,
pyar ne pyar ko yaad kiya.
Par hamare paas na pyar hain na chand,
Isliyen humne apneChand se bhi pyare Dost ko yaad Kiya
Dekhi Hazaron Mehfilen, Par Ye Fiza Kuch Aur Hai, Jalwe Dekhe Hazaron Par Unki Adaa Kuch Aur Hai, Waise To Jaam Hain Hazaron, Par Unki Dosti Ka Nasha Kuch Aur Hai.!
The reality of the other person lies not in what he reveals to you but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.
