But we may go further, and affirm most truly, that it is a mere and miserable solitude to want true friends; without which the world is but a wilderness.
For friends... do but look upon good Books: they are true friends, that will neither flatter nor dissemble.
Nothing opens the heart like a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes...and whatever lies upon the heart....
Man prefers to believe what he prefers to be true.