I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me read more

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and 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.

When it hurts to look back,m and you're too scared to look ahead, just look beside you and your best read more

When it hurts to look back,m and you're too scared to look ahead, just look beside you and your best friend will be there.

A good motto is: Use friendliness but do not use your friends.

A good motto is: Use friendliness but do not use your friends.

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

One friend in a lifetime is much, two are many, three are hardly possible. Friendship needs a certain parallelism of read more

One friend in a lifetime is much, two are many, three are hardly possible. Friendship needs a certain parallelism of life, a community of thought, a rivalry of aim.

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 can sometimes end in love, but love in friendship, never.

Friendship can sometimes end in love, but love in friendship, never.

... 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.