Friendship with ones self is all important, because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.
Friendship is but another name for an alliance with the follies and the misfortunes of others. Our own share of miseries is sufficient: why enter then as volunteers into those of another?
True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity, before it is entitled to the appellation.
A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.
When a friend is in trouble, don’t annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.