No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

Friendship is one mind in two bodies.

A man cannot be said to succeed in this life who does not satisfy one friend.

It takes a long time to grow an old friend.

It is not so much our friends' help that helps us, as the confidence of their help.

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.

Friendship multiplies the good of life and divides the evil.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.