Friendship multiplies the good of life and divides the evil.

The language of friendship is not words but meanings

My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me.

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

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.

Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.

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

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.

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

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