Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.

True friends stab you in the front.

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.