Friendship is one mind in two bodies.
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.
Friends are the sailors who guide your rickety boat safely across the dangerous waters of life.
We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade.
I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.
A true friend unbosoms freely, advises justly, assists readily, adventures boldly, takes all patiently, defends courageously, and continues a friend unchangeably.
Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with.