I would that I were worthy to be any man’s Friend.
Treat your friends for what you know them to be — regard no surfaces. Consider not what they did, but what they intended.
The language of friendship is not words but meanings. It is an intelligence above language.
A man cannot be said to succeed in this life who does not satisfy one friend.
If I had never thought of you as a friend, I could make much use of you as an acquaintance.
All that can be said of friendship is like botany to flowers.
I love my friends very much, but I find that it is of no use to go to see them. I hate them commonly when I am near them. They belie themselves and deny me continually.
I sometimes awake in the night and think of friendship and its possibilities, a new life and revelation to me, which perhaps I had not experienced for many months. . . . I wake up in the night to these higher levels of life, as to a day that begins to dawn, as if my intervening life had been a long night. I catch an echo of the great strain of Friendship played somewhere, and feel compensated for months and years of commonplace. I rise into a diviner atmosphere, in which simply to exist and breathe is a triumph, and my thoughts inevitably tend toward the grand and infinite, as aeronauts report that there is ever an upper current hereabouts which sets toward the ocean. If they rise high enough they go out to sea, and behold the vessels seemingly in mid-air like themselves. It is as if I were serenaded, and the highest and truest compliments were paid me. The universe gives me three cheers.
The only danger in Friendship is that it will end.
There are times when we have had enough even of our Friends.