Friendship
Everyone calls himself a friend, but only a fool relies on it: nothing is commoner than the name, nothing rarer than the thing.
Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.
When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really love them.
The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend.
Two persons cannot long be friends if they cannot forgive each other's little failings.
If you have but one friend, make sure you choose her well.
Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.
Friends are the family you choose.
A real relationship is two-way.
What is a friend if not someone you feel close to, someone you like being with, someone you can confide in and share pleasure with.
Be slow in choosing a friend, slower in changing.
