Friends are like fiddle strings; they must not be screwed too tight.
— Henry George Bohn
Few there are that will endure a true friend.
Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.
Every dog is a lion at home.
He preacheth patience that never knew pain.
Courage ought to have eyes as well as arms.
He that ceaseth to be a friend never was a good one.
He who knows himself best esteems himself least.
