The road to a friend's house is never long.

The road to a friend's house is never long.

Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always read more

Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part read more

Some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up, does rejoice. I guess I just miss my friend.

I will be near you when you cry if just to say I sympathize and when it's more than you read more

I will be near you when you cry if just to say I sympathize and when it's more than you can take, I'll watch the tears fall from your eyes.

Friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the usefulness of which all mankind are agreed.

Friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the usefulness of which all mankind are agreed.

Friendship is genuine when two friends can enjoy each others company without speaking a word to one another.

Friendship is genuine when two friends can enjoy each others company without speaking a word to one another.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.

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.

... 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.