friendship

Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.

Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.

Men of sense often learn from their enemies. It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls and ships of war. . . .

Love, friendship, respect, will never unite people as much as a common hatred for something.

. . . even those for whom cooking is an oppressive chore or a source of self-doubting anxiety, acknowledge that a meal shared by friends and family is one of the bonding rituals without which the family, society even, can fall apart.

Be not grieved above measure for thy deceased friends. They are not dead, but have only finished the journey which it is necessary for every one of us to take. We ourselves must go to hat great place of reception in which they are all of them assembled, and, in this general rendezvous of mankind, live together in another state of being.

A garden is like the self. It has so many layers and winding paths, real or imagined, that it can never be known, completely, even by the most intimate of friends.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

Do not save your loving speeches For your friends till they are dead; Do not write them on their tombstones, Speak them rather now instead.