Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.

Friendship is a strong and habitual inclination in two persons to promote the good and happiness of one another.

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

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

There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

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

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

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