Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.

We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us but for ours to amuse them.

In meeting again after a separation, acquaintances ask after our outward life, friends after our inner life.

Friendship’s a noble name, ’tis love refined.

Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.

I have often said that if I wish to name-drop, I have only to list my ex-friends.

There are people whom one loves immediately and forever. Even to know they are alive in the world with one is quite enough.

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

There is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship.

Of my friends, I am the only one I have left.

I count myself in nothing else so happy / As in a soul remembering my good friends.

Friends are fictions founded on some single momentary experience.

He who has nothing has no friends.