Fortune can take from us nothing but what she gave us |
Four eyes see more than two |
Four things come not back: the spoken word, the sped arrow, the past life and the neglected opportunity. |
Four things drive a man out of his house: too much smoke, a dripping roof, filthy air and a scolding wife |
Friends are flowers in the garden of life |
Friends are flowers that never fade |
Friends are lost by calling often and calling seldom. |
Friends are made by many acts and lost by only one |
Friends are thieves of time. |
Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate |
Friends help; others pity. |
Friendship is a prodigal, but love is a miser. |
Friendship made in a moment if of no moment. |
From dawn to dusk |
From feast to famine |