A friend is one who overlooks your broken fence and admires the flowers in your garden.
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one.'
One measure of friendship consists not in the number of things friends can discuss, but in the number of things they need no longer mention.
Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.
Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life.