Joseph Addison — The mind never unbends itself so agreeably…

The mind never unbends itself so agreeably as in the conversation of a well-chosen friend.  There is indeed no blessing of life that is any way comparable to the enjoyment of a discreet and virtuous friend.  It eases and unloads the mind, clears and improves the understanding, engenders thought and knowledge, animates virtue and good resolutions, soothes and allays the passions, and finds employment for most of the vacant hours of life.
Joseph Addison

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik — Oh, the comfort…

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts, nor measure words, but pouring them all 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 a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Lucy Maud Montgomery — On my way back I met a little girl…

On my way back I met a little girl with a pitcher in her hand.  We both stopped, and with the instinctive, unconventional camaraderie of childhood plunged into an intimate, confidential conversation.  She was a jolly little soul, with black eyes and two long braids of black hair.  We told each other how old we were, and how many dolls we had, and almost everything else there was to tell except our names which neither of us thought about.  When we parted, I felt as though I were leaving a life long friend.  We never met again.
Lucy Maud Montgomery