Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
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.'
Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.