One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human. — George Santayana
One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human. — George Santayana
One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human. — George Santayana
One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human. — George Santayana
One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human. — George Santayana
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One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.

— George Santayana
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