One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with a part of another; people are friends in spots.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with a part of another: people are friends in spots.

Do not have evil-doers for friends, do not have low people for friends: have virtuous people for friends, have for friends the best of men.

Friendships begin with liking or gratitude — roots that can be pulled up.

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. -George Eliot.