We want our friend as a man of talent, less because he has talent than because he is our friend.

Certain names always awake certain prejudices.

Friendship is the ideal; friends are the reality; reality always remains far apart from the ideal.

A face which is always serene possesses a mysterious and powerful attraction: sad hearts come to it as to the sun to warm themselves again.

Friendship admits of difference of character, as love does that of sex.

Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.

God often visits us, but most of the time we are not at home.