Friends are born, not made.

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.