Without friends the world is but a wilderness. There is no man that imparteth his joys to his friends, but he joyeth the more; and no man that imparteth his grieves to his friend, but he grieveth the less.
Those that want friends to open themselves unto are cannibals of their own hearts.
The worst solitude is to have no real friendships.
We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends.
Nothing opens the heart like a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes...and whatever lies upon the heart....
There is little friendship in the world, and least of all between equals.
Friends are thieves of time.
The greatest trust between man and man is the trust of giving counsel.
Friendship redoubleth joys, and cutteth griefs in half.
The worst solitute is to be destitute of true friendship.
The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.