There Are People Who, Like

A Slight Touch Of Friendly Malice And Amusement Towards Those We Love Keeps Our Affections For Them From Turning Flat.

The Mere Process Of Growing Old Together Will Make The Slightest Acquaintance Seem A Bosom Friend.

Whiskey Has Killed More Men Than Bullets, But Most Men Would Rather Be Full Of Whiskey Than Bullets.

I Might Give My Life For My Friend, But He Had Better Not Ask Me To Do Up A Parcel.

Only Among People Who Think No Evil Can Evil Monstrously Flourish.