It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.

Friends share all things.

All the good are friends of one another.

True friends share everything, except the past before they met.

What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.

This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

Thinking is common to all.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with the part of another; people are friends in spots.

For to like the same things and to dislike the same things, only this is a strong friendship.

Translation: In a friend’s company everything is finer and more delightful, and every evil is smaller and less annoying.

Cultural pluralism is the only thing we all have in common.

Here everybody has a neighbor, Everybody has a friend. Everybody has a reason to begin again.

Friendship makes you feel as one with your friend.

Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.