Friends may come and go, but children come and stay.
Our books are friends that shut up when we want them too.
Friends are wealth.
True friends are the people who, when we neglect them, don’t make us pay for it later.
Good friends are among life’s most delicious entrees; eat up and go back for more.
Renewing old friendships is like refinishing an old, oak floor — the beauty shines again.
You can tell a good friend by the amount of silence they allow you.
My friends make me want to forgive, but my enemies give me the opportunity to learn how.
Devotedly practice the art of making new friends; every stage of life will be richer for it.
People will pop on and off you like leggos, but a few will grab on to you like ring shanked nails and never let go.
Friendship is one of life great joys and may even surpass the pleasure we take from children or spouses.
New friends, new places, new life.
The company of my friends moves me to relax, but the company of my enemies impassions me to excel.
Happiness — relationships with people we don’t live with.
The silence of our friends is sometimes louder than the criticisms of our enemies.
