You gave me faith to find my dreams, you'll never know just what that means.
Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once.
Trouble is a part of life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough.
When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Once you pledge, don't hedge.
Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?
When my soul was in the lost-and-found You came along to claim it.
Solitude is creativity's best friend, and solitude is refreshment for our souls.
The proper office of a friend is to side with you when you are in the wrong. Nearly anybody will side with you when you are in the right.
By listening, by caring, by playing you back to yourself, friends ratify your better instincts and endorse your unique worth. Friends validate you.
Artists are often poignantly careless about making and keeping friends.
One can never speak enough of the virtues, the dangers, the power of shared laughter.
What I know for sure is that if you can survive 11 days in cramped quarters with a friend and come out laughing, your friendship is the real deal. I know ours is.
Strangers are just friends waiting to happen
Of all the heavenly gifts that mortal men command What trusty treasure in the world can countervail a friend? What sweeter solace shall befall than one to find Upon whose breast thou may'st repose the secrets of thy mind
Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.
I come to you defenses down with the trust of a child.
Stay with friends who support you in these. Talk with them about sacred texts, and how you are doing, and how they are doing, and keep your practices together.
Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry. . . . Friendship. . . had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me - God of love only knows where.
Friendship that possesses the whole soul, and there rules and sways with an absolute sovereignty, can admit of no rival.