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| Jonathan Swift |
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| A doubtful friend is worse than a certain enemy. Let a man be one thing or the other, and we then know how to meet him. |
| Aesop |
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| A faithful friend is a strong defense, and he that hath found such a one hath found a treasure. |
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| A faithful friend is the medicine of life |
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| A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow. |
| William Shakespeare |
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| A friend who cannot at a pinch remember a thing or two that never happened is as bad as one who does not know how to forget. |
| Samuel Butler |
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| A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain? |
| Kahlil Gibran |
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| A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. |
| Walter Winchell |
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| A slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man that actions, not words, are the true criterion of the attachment of friends |
| George Washington |
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| A true friend is the most precious of all possessions and the one we take the least thought about acquiring. |
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| A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down. |
| Arnold H. Glasgow |
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| An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind. |
| Buddha |
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| Be slow to fall into friendship, but when thou art in, continue firm and constant. |
| Socrates |
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| Contrary to general belief, I do not believe that friends are necessarily the people you like best, they are merely the people who got there first |
| Peter Ustinov |
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| Deaf, giddy, helpless, left alone, To all my friends a burden grown; No more I hear my church's bell Than if it rang out for my knell; At thunder now no more I start Than at the rumbling of a cart |
| Jonathan Swift |
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