Love is the forgetfulness of self;  jealousy is the most passionate form of egotism,

FRIENDS – those relations that one makes for one’s self.

THE most fatal disease of friendship is gradual decay or dislike, hourly increased by causes too slender for complaint and too numerous for removal.

A FRIEND once won need never be lost, if we will be only trusty and true ourselves. 

TO love is better, nobler, more elevating, and more sure, than to be loved. 

DISCORD harder is to end than to begin.

For once any man has true friends, he never again frames his decisions, even those that are most secret, as if he were alone in the world.

A MAN only understands what is akin to something already existing in himself.

IN distress a friend
Comes like a calm to the toss’d mariner.