A friendship that can end never really began

Friendship either finds or makes equals

Prosperity makes friends, adversity tries them

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.

The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?