Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne?

Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with.

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

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.