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.

Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold.

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.

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

The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.

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.