I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
God gives each his due at the time allotted.
All is change; all yields its place and goes.
Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.
Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.
Your very silence shows you agree.