We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
Interest, ambition, fortune, time, temper, love, all kill friendship.
Friendship admits of difference of character, as love does that of sex.
The vital air of friendship is composed of confidence. Friendship perishes in proportion as this air diminishes.