Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life.
Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.
Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Friendship is delicate as a glass, once broken it can be fixed but there will always be cracks.
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one.'