Friendship

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.

A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent.

I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends.

A friend is never known till a man have need.

My sone, keep wel thy tonge, and keep thy freend.

Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. 4 It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk… somewhere You’ve long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Deathworld Claws at everything, it will not touch them. 3

With a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends.

The good befriend themselves.

I, whom proof hath taught of late How so far only should we hate our foes As though we soon might love them, and so far Do a friend service as to one most like Someday to prove our foe, since oftenest men In friendship but a faithless haven find. 3

Human beings are born into this little span of life of which the best thing is its friendships and intimacies, and soon their places will know them no more, and yet they leave their friendships and intimacies with no cultivation, to grow as they will by the roadside, expecting them to “keep” by force of inertia.

Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though ’twere his own.

He who throws away a friend is as bad as he who throws away his life.

You win the victory when you yield to friends.

One who knows how to show and to accept kindness will be a friend better than any possession.

In giving advice seek to help, not to please, your friend.

Be slow to fall into friendship, but when thou art in, continue firm and constant.

Prosperity is no just scale, adversity is the only balance to weigh friends.

When the strong box contains no more both friends and flatterers shun the door.

I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.

No one is a friend to his friend who does not love in return.

Bad company corrupts good character.

One does nothing who tries to console a despondent person with word. A friend is one who aids with deeds at a critical time when deeds are called for.

In misfortune, which friend remains a friend?