Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

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

Never have a companion that casts you in the shade.

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

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

A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Since there is nothing so well worth having as friends, never lose a chance to make them.

Caring for but never trying to own may be a further way to define friendship.