Friendship without self-interest is one of the rare and beautiful things of life.

Friendship without self-interest is one of the rare and beautiful things of life.

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.

The real test of friendship is: can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy those moments read more

The real test of friendship is: can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple?

Be more prompt to go to a friend in adversity than in prosperity.

Be more prompt to go to a friend in adversity than in prosperity.

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.

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day read more

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend -- or a meaningful day.

A friend is, as it were, a second self.

A friend is, as it were, a second self.

It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior read more

It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior impartiality.

... 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.