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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
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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
Only in love are unity and duality not at variance.
The laws of friendship are austere and eternal, of one web with the laws of nature and of morals.
A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere.
The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a friend is to be one.
Our friendships hurry to short and poor conclusions, because we have made them a texture of wine and dreams, instead of the tough fibre of the human heart.
The higher the style we demand of friendship, of course the less easy to establish it with flesh and blood.
Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed.
The soul environs itself with friends that it may enter into a grander self-acquaintance or solitude; and it goes alone for a season, that it may exalt its conversation or society.
Let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its friend, and it would be content and cheerful alone for a thousand years.
What a perpetual disappointment is actual society, even of the virtuous and gifted!
A divine person is the prophecy of the mind; a friend is the hope of the heart.
Society we must have; but let it be society, and not exchanging news, or eating from the same dish.
We cannot learn from one another until we stop shouting at one another--until we speak quietly enough so that our words can be heard as well as our voices.
We cannot expect to make everyone our friend, but we can try to make no one our enemy.
Amongst ourselves we are unendingly cheerful, but what each man feels in his heart I can only guess.
Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance, and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman.
The very flexibility and ease which make men's friendships so agreeable while they endure, make them the easier to destroy and forget.
Indeed, the ideal story is that of two people who go into love step for step, with a fluttered consciousness, like a pair of children venturing together into a dark room.
Before those who loved him, his memory shines like a reproach; they honour him for silent lessons; they cherish his example; and in what remains before them of their toil, fear to be unworthy of the dead.
The powers and the ground of friendship is a mystery; but, looking back, I can discern that, in part, we loved the thing he was, for some shadow of what he was to be.
Most men, when they repent, oblige their friends to share the bitterness of that repentance.
Friends are often chosen for similitude of manners, and therefore each palliates the other's failings, because they are his own.
A long life may be passed without finding a friend in whose understanding and virtue we can equally confide, and whose opinion we can value at once for its justness and sincerity.
Parents we can have but once; and he promises himself too much, who enters life with the expectation of finding many friends.