There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

There is no greater treasure than the respect and love of a true friend.

There is no man so friendless but what he can find a friend sincere enough to tell him disagreeable truths.

"A friend is someone who will help you move. A real friend is someone who will help you move a body."

There is no more lovely, friendly, and charming relationship, communion, or company than a good marriage.

There is no stronger bond of friendship than a mutual enemy.

There is no surer bond of friendship than an identity of community of ideas and tastes.

There is nothing better than the encouragement of a good friend.

There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship.

There is nothing we like to see so much as the gleam of pleasure in a person’s eye when he feels that we have sympathized with him, understood him. At these moments something fine and spiritual passes between two friends. These are the moments worth living.

There is nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love offriends.

There is on the earth no institution which friendship has established; it is not taught by any religion; no scripture contains its maxims. It has no temple, nor even a solitary column. There goes a rumor that the earth is inhabited, but the shipwrecked mariner has not seen a footprint on the shore. The hunter has found only fragments of pottery and the monuments of inhabitants.

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one’s self, the very meaning of one’s soul.

"A friend is someone you can do nothing with, and enjoy it."

There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth.

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere man.