Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.

A man's growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends.

That friendship will not continue to the end which is begun for an end.

There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth.

Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.

I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod my shadow does that much better.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life.

It is only the great hearted who can be true friends. The mean and cowardly, Can never know what true friendship means.

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.