Good friends are like stars...you don't always see them, but you know they're always there.

Good friends are like stars...you don't always see them, but you know they're always there.

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.

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.

Friendship is held to be the severest test of character. It is easy, we think, to be loyal to a read more

Friendship is held to be the severest test of character. It is easy, we think, to be loyal to a family and clan, whose blood is in your own veins. Love between a man and a woman is founded on the mating instinct and is not free from desire and self-seeking. But to have a friend and to be true under any and all trials is the mark of a man!

A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have read more

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have forgotten how it goes.

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.

A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.

... 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.