Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once.

O friendship! thou fond soother of the human breast, to thee we fly in every calamity; to thee the wretched seek for succor; on thee the care-tired son of misery fondly relies; from thy kind assistance the unfortunate always hopes relief, and may be sure of--disappointment.

He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.