When all is said and done, friendship is the only trustworthy fabric of the affections. So-called love is a delirious inhuman state of mind: when hot it substitutes indulgence for fair play; when cold it is cruel, but friendship is warmth in cold, firm ground in a bog.
ATTRIBUTION:
Miles Franklin (1879–1954), Australian author. ch. 19, My Career Goes Bung (written 1900, publ. 1946).
