When I find myself fading, I close my eyes and realize my friends are my energy.

When I find myself fading, I close my eyes and realize my friends are my energy.

It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior read more

It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior impartiality.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and read more

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.

Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always read more

Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Memories last forever, never do they die, Friends stick together and never really say Goodbye.

Memories last forever, never do they die, Friends stick together and never really say Goodbye.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable everyday to the same human being.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable everyday to the same human being.

To find a friend one must close one eye -- to keep him, two.

To find a friend one must close one eye -- to keep him, two.

Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie.

Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie.

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by read more

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.