So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.

One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.

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

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

A man's growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends.

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

Friendship multiplies the good of life and divides the evil.

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

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

A friendship that like love is warm A love like friendship, steady.