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

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

To like and dislike the same things, this is what makes a solid friendship.

When the world is so complicated, the simple gift of friendship is within all of our hands.

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

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

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.

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

A man cannot be said to succeed in this life who does not satisfy one friend.