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

My best friend is the man who in wishing me well wishes it for my sake.

The greatest gift of life is friendship, and I have received it.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

When the world is so complicated, the simple gift of friendship is within all of our hands.

Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.

Friendship is a strong and habitual inclination in two persons to promote the good and happiness of one another.

Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.

Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed.

There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.