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What is a Friend? I'll tell you.
It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself.
Your soul can go naked with him.
He seems to ask you to put on nothing, only to be what you
really are.
When you are with him, you do not have to be on your
guard.
You can say what you think, so long as it is genuinely you.
He understands those contradictions in your nature that
cause others to misjudge you.
With him you breathe freely-you can avow your little
vanities and envies and absurdities and in opening them
up to him they are dissolved on the white ocean of his
loyalty.
He understands.-You can weep with him, laugh with him,
pray with him-through and underneath it all he sees,
knows and loves you.
A Friend, I repeat, is one with whom YOU DARE TO BE YOURSELF.
-AUTHOR UNKNOWNFriendshipOh, the comfort-the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe
with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts,
Nor measure words-but pouring them
All right out-just as they are-
Chaff and grain together-
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them-
Keep what is worth keeping-
And with the breath of kindness-Dinah Maria Mulock CraikNew Friends and Old FriendsMake new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
New-made friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine.
Friendships that have stood the test-
Time and change-are surely best;
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray;
Friendship never knows decay.
For 'mid old friends, tried and true,
Once more we our youth renew.
But old friends, alas! may die;
New friends must their place supply.
Cherish friendship in your breast-
New is good, but old is best;
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
-Joseph Parry
FRIENDSIf all the sorrows of this weary earth-
The pains and heartaches of humanity-
If all were gathered up and given me,
I still would have my share of wealth and worth
Who have you, Friend of old, to be my cheer
Through life's uncertain fortunes, year by year.

Thank God for friends, who dearer grow as years increase;
Who, as possessions fail our hopes and hands,
Become the boon supreme,than gold and lands
More precious. Let all else, if must be, cease;
But, Lord of life, I pray on me bestow
The gift of friends, to share the way I go.
-THOMAS CURTIS CLARK

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