There can be no Friendship where there is no Freedom. Friendship loves a free air, and will not be penned up in straight and narrow enclosures. It will speak freely, and act so too; and take nothing ill where no ill is meant; nay, where it is, ’twill easily forgive, and forget too, upon small acknowledgements.
Friends are true twins in soul; they sympathise in everything, and have the same love and aversion.
One is not happy without the other, nor can either of them be miserable alone. As if they could change bodies, they take in turns in pain as well as in pleasure; relieving one another in their most adverse conditions.
– William Penn
Fruits of Solitude