True 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.
Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.
Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.
Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life.
Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one.'