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

A friend in power is a friend lost.

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

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

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

True friendship withstands time, distance, and silence.

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

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

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

He who has nothing has no friends.