Friendship (n.) is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.
Friendship (n.) is impossible between men and women... there is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
Friendship (n.) is grounded in the sharing of sorrow. While not being invited to a feast is nothing to be concerned about, not being invited to share a sorrow, and to have a friend shut the doors of the house of mourning against one, is the most poignant humiliation.
Friendship (n.) finds in laughter not at all a bad beginning, and far the best ending.
Friendship (n.) is sure to develop, in its real form, out of an acquaintance that begins with a compliment.