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

Friendship multiplies the good of life and divides the evil.

Friendship with ones self is all important, because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.

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

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

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

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship. To raise this to the highest pitch of enjoyment, is a secret which but few discover.

If you have one true friend you have more than your share.

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