A friend who is near and dear may in time become as useless as a relative.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Friendships are fragile things, and require as much handling as any other fragile and precious thing.
A friend is a beloved mystery; dearest always because he is not ourself, and has something in him which it is impossible for us to fathom. If it were not so, friendship would lose its chief zest.
In poverty and other misfortunes of life, true friends are a sure refuge. The young they keep out of mischief; to the old they are a comfort and aid in their weakness, and those in the prime of life they incite to noble deeds.
The rare few, who, early in life have rid themselves of the friendship of the many.
A friend is long sought, hardly found, and with difficulty kept.
Friendship without self-interest is one of the rare and beautiful things of life.
We all have common frailties but we need to treasure friends more.
One does nothing who tries to console a despondent person with word. A friend is one who aids with deeds at a critical time when deeds are called for.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
No man is useless while he has a friend.