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

Friendship! Sir, there can be no such thing without an equality.

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

In life our absent friend is far away: / But death may bring our friend exceeding near.

There is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship.

True friendship withstands time, distance, and silence.

A friend in power is a friend lost.

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

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

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