Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings.

Go up close to your friend, but do not go over to him! We should also respect the enemy in our friend.

The best friend will probably acquire the best wife, because a good marriage is founded on the talent for friendship.

A friend to me has no race, no class and belongs to no minority. My friendships were formed out of affection, mutual respect and a feeling of having something strong in common. These are eternal values that cannot be racially classified. This is the way I look at race.