Friends need not agree in everything or go always together, or have no comparable other friendships of the same intimacy. read more

Friends need not agree in everything or go always together, or have no comparable other friendships of the same intimacy. On the contrary, in friendship union is more about ideal things: and in that sense it is more ideal and less subject to trouble than marriage is.

Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen.

Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen.

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, we will stand by each other, however it blow.

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, we will stand by each other, however it blow.

Friendship should be a private pleasure, not a public boast. I loathe those braggarts who are forever trying to invest read more

Friendship should be a private pleasure, not a public boast. I loathe those braggarts who are forever trying to invest themselves with importance by calling important people by their first names in or out of print. Such first-naming for effect makes me cringe.

Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.

Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.

To find a friend one must close one eye -- to keep him, two.

To find a friend one must close one eye -- to keep him, two.

Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead. Do not write them on their tombstones, read more

Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead. Do not write them on their tombstones, speak them rather now instead.

True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.

True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by read more

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.