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

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

There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.

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

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.

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

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

Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.

Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.