A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,
nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship;
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when
he discovers that someone else believes in him and is
willing to trust him
khud pe bharosa hai to khuda tere sath hai,
apno pe bharosa hai to har dua tere sath hai,
zindagi se kabhi mat darna aiy dost,
tera ye dost sada tere sath hai.
Bolti hai dosti chup rahta hai pyar!
Hasati hai dosti rulata hai pyar !
mailati hai dosti juda karta hai pyar
phir be kyun dosti chor kar log karte hain pyar.
