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The Prophet
  1. Coming of the Ship
  2. Love
  3. Marriage
  4. Children
  5. Giving
  6. Eating and Drinking
  7. Work
  8. Joy & Sorrow
  9. Houses
  10. Clothes
  11. Buying & Selling
  12. Crime & Punishment
  13. Laws
  14. Freedom
  15. Reason & Passion
  16. Pain
  17. Self Knowledge
  18. Teaching
  19. Friendship
  20. Talking
  21. Time
  22. Good & Evil
  23. Prayer
  24. Pleasure
  25. Beauty
  26. Religion
  27. Death
  28. Farewell
 

On Friendship

And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."

Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.