A friend in power is a friend lost.

One’s friends are divided into two classes, those one knows because one must and those one knows because one mustn’t.

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

There is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship.

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

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

Friends are fictions founded on some single momentary experience.

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

A friend who is very near and dear may in time become as useless as a relative.

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

True friendship withstands time, distance, and silence.

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

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