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

As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.

Friendship multiplies the good of life and divides the evil.

He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.

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

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

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

Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.