Friendship

Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?

How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship never.

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

I have discovered that my interest in my dear pupil, Mabel, has ripened into a far deeper feeling than that of mere friendship. In fact, I know that I have learned to love her very sincerely.

No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.

I made my first white women friends in college; they loved me and were loyal to our friendship, but I understood, as they did, that they were white women and that whiteness mattered.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

Your experiences will be yours alone. But truth and best friendship will rarely if ever disappoint you.

My parents, and librarians along the way, taught me about the space between words; about the margins, where so many juicy moments of life and spirit and friendship could be found. In a library, you could find miracles and truth and you might find something that would make you laugh so hard that you get shushed, in the friendliest way.

Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.

Friendship is essentially a partnership.

My best friend is the man who in wishing me well wishes it for my sake.

He who hath many friends hath none.