“If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are letters which bring us the written characters of the absent friend.”
“Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs. False friends only appear at difficult times, with their sad, supportive faces, when, in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives.”
“Sometimes good friends become more than friends, which is normal because our friends understand us best and we are comfortable around them.”
“Sir, more than kisses,letters mingle souls;For, thus friends absent speak.”
“For no one, in our long decline,So dusty, spiteful and divided,Had quite such pleasant friends as mine,Or loved them half as much as I did.”
“Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home.”