If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?

A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking