Search results for:

And they said one to another, We are verily guilty concerning our brother, in that we saw the anguish of his soul, when he besought us, and we would not hear.

Those who forget their friends to follow those of a higher status are truly snobs.

Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.

Unless you bear with the faults of a friend you betray your own.

Friendship neither finds nor makes equals.

Ill company is like a dog, who dirts those most whom he loves best.

I have a friend who tells a tale with statements parenthetical. To start at the beginning must to her seem quite heretical. For her accounts of happenings are full of disconnections. She starts them in the middle and proceeds in all directions.

I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred -- that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt. If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.

The particular human chain we're a part of is central to our individual identity.

The very flexibility and ease which make men's friendships so agreeable while they endure, make them the easier to destroy and forget. And a man who has a few friends, or one who has a dozen (if there be any one so wealthy on this earth), cannot forget on how precarious a base his happiness reposes; and how by a stroke or two of fate -- a death, a few light words, a piece of stamped paper, a woman's bright eyes -- he may be left, in a month, destitute of all.

There's no friend like someone who has known you since you were five.