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

There is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship.

Real friends offer both hard truths and soft landings.

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

No real friendship without absolute liberty.

Friends are fictions founded on some single momentary experience.

Friendship is a plant that loves the sun—thrives ill under clouds.

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

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

Friend! It is a common word, often lightly used. Like other good and beautiful things, it may be tarnished by careless handling.

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

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

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