Honoré de Balzac Henry Codman Shake speare Robert Steven son Pope Balzac John Ernest McCann Emerson Kindness given and received aright, and knitting two hearts into one, is a thing of Heaven, as rare in this world as perfect love; both are the overflow of only very rare and beautiful souls. One's own life must somehow reach over into and be qualified by, the struggles and interests of other lives. Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy There is an idea abroad among moral people that they should make their neighbors good. One person I have to make good: myself. But my duty to my neighbor is much more nearly expressed by saying that I have to make him happy—if I may. My friend is not perfect-no more am I -and so we suit each other admirably. Short accounts make long friends. "I would go up to the gates of hell with a friend, The other said, as he bit off a concha end, Neither is life long enough for friend ship. My friend is that one whom I may associate with my choicest thoughts. We are different with different friends; yet if we look closely we shall find that every such relation reposès on some particular apotheosis of oneself; with each friend, although we could not distinguish it in words from any other, we have at least one special reputation to preserve. Happy is the house that shelters a friend! It might well be built, like a festal bower or arch, to entertain him for a single day. Thoreau Robert Stevenson in "Men and Books" Emerson The social, friendly, honest man, Robert "T is he fulfills great Nature's plan, We must be as careful to keep friends as to make them. There is the kind of friend, that when you need help has a good reason just at the moment, of course, why it is impossible to extend it. I do not mean to criticize this sort of friendship; for sometimes it is a matter of temperament; and sometimes the real necessities are such that the friend cannot do as he would like to do. A friend is he that loves, and he that is beloved. Lord John D. Rockefeller Hobbe's Phillips Shakespeare Horace Socrates I pity from my heart the man who has no patternman whom he can thoroughly admire and esteem. Admire, yes, wonder at, look at, as something beyond, above, and truly better than himself; dreaming no more of being jealous of his superiority than you were jealous of William Shakespeare when you wrote your last verse for the paper; honoring his friend so purely that he himself is purified and dignified by the worthiness of the honor he bestows. To wail friends lost Is not by much so wholesome profitable It is delightful to me to go mad over a friend restored to me. Men know the number of their possessions, although they be very numerous, but of their friends, though but few, they were not only ignorant of the number, but even when they attempted to reckon it to such as asked them, they set aside again some that they have previously counted among their friends; so little did they allow their friends to occupy their thoughts. Yet in comparison with what possession would not a good friend appear far more valuable? 75 But though one cannot be friends with every one, it is better to be friendly than unfriendly, and those who have really loved anyone, will have some tenderness for all. My friend, the brother of my love. As ships meet at sea,- -a moment together, when words of greeting must be spoken, and then away upon the deep,-so men meet in this world; and I think we should cross no man's path without hailing him, and if he needs, giving him supplies. Antonio: Commend me to your honorable wife; Tell her of the process of Antonio's end; Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death; Antonio, I am married to a wife, Who is dear to me as life itself; But life itself, my wife, and all the world, Are not esteem'd above your life: I would lose all, ay, sacrifice them all, True friends visit us in prosperity, only when invited; but in adversity they come without invitation. Lord Avebury in "The Pleasures of Life" Tennyson Henry Shake speare of Ven- Theophrastus Alfred Henry Watts- Emerson Abraham Publilius Author Unknown James Russell Lowell McDon ald Henry David Thoreau Erasmus Were I made to prognosticate the future of a man, I would first put my ear to his heart. Life hath no joy like his who fights with Fate A day for toil, an hour for sport, But for a friend is life too short. He sticks through thick and thin-I admire such a man. To bear a friend's faults is to make them your own. I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again. Does it make a man worse than his character 's such As to make his friends love him (as you think) too much? A true friend is forever a friend. I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. He does good to himself, who does good to his friend. |