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Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the read more
Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
The road to a friend's house is never long.
The road to a friend's house is never long.
I keep my friends as misers do their treasure, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is read more
I keep my friends as misers do their treasure, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is greater or better than friendship.
Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.
Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.
Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.
Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you read more
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil -- but it needs a little mulch of letters read more
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 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.
