Friendships begin with liking or gratitude—roots that can be pulled up.

The path of social advancement is, and must be, strewn with broken friendships.

True friendship withstands time, distance, and silence.

In real friendship the judgment, the genius, the prudence of each party become the common property of both.

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

Friendship itself will not stand the strain of very much good advice for very long.

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

Friendship was given by nature to be an assistant to virtue, not a companion to vice.

A broken friendship may be soldered but will never be sound.

Real friends offer both hard truths and soft landings.

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.