A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel, or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

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.

I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend.

Where minds differ and opinions swerve, there is scant a friend in that company.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

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