False friendship, like the ivy, decays and ruins the walls it embraces; but true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports.
Brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls aren't there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to show us how badly we want things.
There are no constraints on the human mind, no walls around the human spirit, no barriers to our progress except those we ourselves erect.
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.
Information is the oxygen of the modern age. It seeps through the walls topped by barbed wire, it wafts across the electrified borders.