Every man rejoices twice when he has a partner in his joy. He who shares tears with us wipes them away. He divides them in two, and he who laughs with us makes the joy double.

No circumstances can make it necessary for a man to burst in sunder all the ties of humanity.

Only friendliness produces friendship. And we must look far deeper into the soul of man for the thing that produces friendliness.

The ideal man is his own best friend and takes delight in privacy.

The men and women of Afghanistan are building a nation that is free, and proud, and fighting terror - and America is honored to be their friend.

A man becomes a friend whenever being loved he loves in return.

Man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a grand and glowing creature, that over any ignominious blemish in him all his fellows should run to throw their costliest robes.

I'm glad my first date is with you, Nate," she said as we started out of the house. "In a lot of ways, it feels like coming home." "I was thinking the same thing.

Is it any wonder that I loved my regiment?

Your love for your friend should be grounded in Me, and for My sake you should love whoever seems to be good and is very dear to you in this life. Without Me friendship has no strength and cannot endure. Love which I do not bind is neither true nor pure.

Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the LORD deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me." ~ Ruth 1: 16, 17

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