''A drop of honey catches more flies than a gallon of gal.'' So with men. If you would win a man to your cause, first convince him that you are his sincere friend. Therein is a drop of honey which catches his heart, which, say what he will, is the highroad to his reason.
'Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and have her nonsense respected.
… 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.
A day for toil, an hour for sport, but for a friend is life too short.
A faithful friend is a strong defense: and he that hath found one hath found a treasure.
A faithful friend is the medicine of life.
A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.
A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him, I may think aloud.
A friend is a present you give to yourself.
A Friend is a treasure. More precious than Gold, For love shared is priceless And never grows old.
A friend is known when needed.
A friend is long sought, hardly found, and with difficulty kept.
A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.
A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
A friend is one who incessantly pays us the compliment of expecting from us all the virtues, and who can appreciate them in us. The friend asks no return but that his friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other's hopes. They are kind to each other's dreams.
A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.
A friend is someone who doesn't like the same people you do.
A friend is someone with whom you dare to be yourself.
A friend is someone you can be alone with and have nothing to do and not be able to think of anything to say and be comfortable in the silence.
A friend is, as it were, a second self.