And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep,
A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?

Friendship's an empty name, made to deceive Those whose good nature tempts them to believe: There's no such thing on earth; the best that we Can hope for here is faint neutrality.

Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.

If I speak to thee in friendship's name,
Thou think'st I speak too coldly;
If I mention love's devoted flame,
Thou say'st I speak too boldly.

If I am too cold for human friendship, I trust I shall not soon be too cold for natural influences. It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature. Those qualities which bring you near to the one estrange you from the other.

When you're cold, don't expect sympathy from someone who's warm.

Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.

I have seemed cold to my friends, but it was not in my heart.

I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside which is like the cold of space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly. Absolute dereliction is the death of the soul.

Perhaps, cold relationships cannot be warmed even by the warmth of the heart. Or maybe, the relationships of people we don't like remain obscured, even though they are right before our eyes.

Friendship that insists upon agreement on all things isn't worth the name.

I hate the prostitution of the name of friendship to signify modish and worldly alliances.

Friendship that insists upon agreement on all matters is not worth the name. Friendship to be real must ever sustain the weight of honest differences, however sharp they be.