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

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

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

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

Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.

A true friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.

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

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

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