Friendship without self-interest is one of the rare and beautiful things of life.

The sincere friends of this world are as ship lights in the stormiest of nights.

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

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

Our friends interpret the world and ourselves to us, if we take them tenderly and truly.

In friendship as well as love, ignorance very often contributes more to our happiness than knowledge.

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

It is not so much our friends' help that helps us, as the confidence of their help.

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

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