My friend is he who will tell me my faults in private.

My friend is he who will tell me my faults in private.

A friend is, as it were, a second self.
[Lat., Amicus est tanquam alter idem.]

A friend is, as it were, a second self.
[Lat., Amicus est tanquam alter idem.]

Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.
Just walk read more

Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Plunderous is the palate I gift to you, openly I hug the universe of our friendship expanding its outer limit.

Plunderous is the palate I gift to you, openly I hug the universe of our friendship expanding its outer limit.

The things I want to know are in books; my best friend is the man who'll get me a book read more

The things I want to know are in books; my best friend is the man who'll get me a book I ain't read.rnRead more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/a/abraham_lincoln_2.html#0P2cCWMdWjEvdFdb.99rn

Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat
of my bread, hath lifted up his read more

Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat
of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, read more

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

Our very best friends have a tincture of jealousy even in their
friendship; and when they hear us praised read more

Our very best friends have a tincture of jealousy even in their
friendship; and when they hear us praised by others, will ascribe
it to sinister and interested motives if they can.

There is no treasure the which may be compared unto a faithful
friend;
Gold some decayeth, and worldly read more

There is no treasure the which may be compared unto a faithful
friend;
Gold some decayeth, and worldly wealth consumeth, and wasteth in
the winde;
But love once planted in a perfect and pure minde indureth weale
and woe;
The frownes of fortune, come they never so unkinde, cannot the
same overthrowe.
- edited by John Payne Collier,