The rare few, who, early in life have rid themselves of the friendship of the many.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The one thing I've learned about friends is that the good ones are rare.
I have a very small group of friends that I've had - the three of them - for the majority of my life.
The value of friends has always been a natural thing. I prefer too many to too few.
Friendships that don't fit my life anymore have faded away, and new ones have come in.
Friendship is but another name for an alliance with the follies and the misfortunes of others. Our own share of miseries is sufficient: why enter then as volunteers into those of another?
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.
Few friendships could survive the moodiness of love affairs.
One friend in a lifetime is much, two are many, three are hardly possible. Friendship needs a certain parallelism of life, a community of thought, a rivalry of aim.
Friendships, in general, are suddenly contracted; and therefore it is no wonder they are easily dissolved.
Friendships are discovered rather than made.