True friendship ought never to conceal what it thinks.

The friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you.

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

Real friendship, like real poetry, is extremely rare - and precious as a pearl.

No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.

A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same.

Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.