Talking, it seemed to me, was the point of adult existence.
It is good to rub and polish our brain against that of others.
Love is a strange commodity, because you can't import it if you don't also export it.
No matter how brief an encounter you have with anybody, you both change.
An exchange occurs between man and woman. Love and thought complete each other in the human pair, and something like an exchange of souls takes place, according to the divine plan.
Friendship is a give and take. You have to have a strong relationship with your friend and I think you have to offer them something and they have to offer you something and that’s to always learn from it.
He who does not feed you can demand nothing of you.
In dialogue, individuals gain insights that simply could not be achieved individually.
The mind of the scholar, if you would have it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. It is better that his armor should be somewhat bruised by rude encounters even, than hang forever rusting on the wall.
Thus, in a dialogue each person does not attempt to make common certain ideas or items of information that are already known to him. Rather, it can be said that collectively they are making something in common
I'm always interested in, I would say, not only sharing my wisdom, but acquiring other people's wisdom as well.
If you just stop and think, baby, honey, love is a funny thing. Whatever you put in, that's what you expect to gain.
Human understanding is marvellously enlightened by daily conversation with men, for we are, otherwise, compressed and heaped up in ourselves, and have our sight limited to the length of our own noses.
Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect, considering their value on the personality market.
Commerce is no other than the traffic of two individuals, multiplied on a scale of number; and, by the same rule that Nature intended the intercourse of two, she intended that of all!
God enters our lives when through our creative interchanges we make history more just.
Before I give you a blessing, I ask you for a favor: I want you to bless me.
In my opinion, the most fruitful and natural play of the mind is conversation. I find it sweeter than any other action in life; and if I were forced to choose, I think I would rather lose my sight than my hearing and voice. The study of books is a drowsy and feeble exercise which does not warm you up.
If you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.
Understanding has very specific component parts. These component parts are affinity, reality and communication.
If our friends do us a service, we think they owe it to us by their title of friend. We never think that they do not owe us their friendship.
Whatever you want to achieve is secondary: the business, the exchange of information, whatever it may be. Yes, you do that also, but there is a deeper foundation - meeting that human being in a state of shared presence.
