A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.

True friends stab you in the front.

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.