Hunger knows no friend but its feeder.
These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: can't live with them, or without them!
First listen, my friend, and then you may shriek and bluster.
How can I study from below, that which is above?
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
Men of sense often learn from their enemies. It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls and ships of war.