The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.
Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.
A true friend is distinguished in the crisis of hazard and necessity; when the gallantry of his aid may show the worth of his soul and the loyalty of his heart.
No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
A true friend is a friend when in difficulty