No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.

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

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

Friendship multiplies the good of life and divides the evil.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.

Friends and good manners will carry you where money won't go.

Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.

There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth.