It is not so much our friends' help that helps us, as the confidence of their help.

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

A quarrel between friends, when made up, adds a new tie to friendship.

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

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

It is more shameful to distrust our friends than to be deceived by them.

Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.

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

Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?

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