It is not so much our friends' help that helps us, as the confidence of their help.

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.

Friendship multiplies the good of life and divides the evil.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.