Friends are proved by adversity.

Friendship is a sheltering tree.

Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.

What is a friend? I will tell you. It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself.

It is the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere.

A friend is one before whom I may think aloud.

A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.

God evidently does not intend us all to be rich, or powerful or great, but He does intend us all to be friends.