Real friendship, like real poetry, is extremely rare - and precious as a pearl.

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

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

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

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

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

Friendship is a strong and habitual inclination in two persons to promote the good and happiness of one another.

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

Some people go to priests others to poetry I to my friends.

Instead of loving your enemies - treat your friends a little better.