There is no man so friendless but what he can find a friend sincere enough to tell him disagreeable truths.
—Lytton.
There is, after all, something in those trifles that friends bestow upon each other which is an unfailing indication of the place the giver holds in the affections. I would believe that one who preserved a lock of hair, a simple flower or any trifle of my bestowing, loved me, though no show was made of it; while all the protestations in the world would not win my confidence in one who set no value on such little things.
Trifles they may be; but it is by such that character and disposition are oftenest revealed.
—Irving.
The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.