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For them all is suspicion and anxiety; for them there is no possibility of friendship.
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For them all is suspicion and anxiety; for them there is no possibility of friendship.
Grief can take care of itself; but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
We sought one another long before we met, and by the characters we heard of one another
a man should, at the first approaches, favour their grief and express some approbation of their sorrow
Your heart is wounded with compassion to hear the mourning of friends, and, perhaps with anger, to hear the counterfeit condolings of pretenders.
There is nothing to which nature seems so much to have inclined us, as to society
A man should diffuse joy, but, as much as he can, smother grief.
Whereas in friendship, 'tis a general and universal fire, but temperate and equal, a constant established heat, all gentle and smooth, without poignancy or roughness.
If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I.
Men who are successful always seek the company of others who are successful, while men who are on the ragged side of life always seek the company of those who are in similar circumstances.
The prince, therefore, who would guard himself against plots, ought more to fear those men to whom he has been too indulgent, than those to whom he has done great wrongs.
Moreover men commonly deceive themselves in respect of the love which they imagine others bear them, nor can ever be sure of it until they have put it to the proof.
this vice of ingratitude has its source either in avarice or in suspicion
a prince should entrust his friends with so much authority only as leaves a certain interval between his position and theirs
In love there is no first nor last!
The result of it all may be summed up in his favourite motto, “Be kind, for every one is fighting a hard battle.”
Wrongly attributed
Attributed to Plato constantly, and to Philo of Alexandria almost as often; it is in neither. The words belong to John Watson, a Liverpool Presbyterian minister who wrote fiction as Ian Maclaren, and they are recorded here by his biographer and editor as his favourite motto. The popular form has been smoothed twice over: every one has become everyone you meet, and the earliest circulating version of the motto is not kind at all but pitiful, in the older sense of full of pity. Nothing in the record puts any form of it before the 1890s.
Might not someone jeer at us in the same way, as being afraid, when we have not yet one firm friendship, that we shall without knowing it fall upon an abundance of friends?
It is better therefore to listen patiently to a friend's rebuke, for if he should afterwards do wrong himself and so need rebuke, he has set you the example of freedom of speech.
freedom in speech is friendly and has weight, but reproach is selfish and little
we ought to give our friend pain if it will benefit him, but not to the extent of breaking off our friendship; but just as we make use of some biting medicine, that will save and preserve the life of the patient
Whereas among real friends there is no rivalry or jealousy of one another, but they are satisfied and contented alike whether they are equal or one of them is superior.
not to find friends at a time when you want them is hard, as also not to be able to exchange an inconstant and bad friend for a constant and good one
a friend should be like money tried before being required, not found faulty in our need
Now the discourse that ought to come from friends and people disposed to be helpful should be consolation, and not mere assent with a man's sad feelings.
Whereas having many friends puts people apart and severs and disunites them, by transferring and shifting the tie of friendship too frequently, and does not admit of a mixture and welding of goodwill by the diffusing and compacting of intimacy.