A man's growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends.

He has no enemies but is intensely disliked by his friends.

I have friends in overalls whose friendship I would not swap for the favor of the kings of the world.

It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.

It is more shameful to distrust our friends than to be deceived by them.

Wishing to be friends is quick work but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.

Men kick friendship around like a football but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

An excellent man he has no enemies and none of his friends like him.

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

When you choose your friends don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.