Spis og drik med din ven,
men gør ingen forretninger med ham.
Tyrkisk ordsprog.

Venskab er som et spor i sandet
- det forsvinder -
hvis det ikke hele tiden fornyes.

Den som mister rigdom, 
mister meget. 
Den som mister en ven, 
mister mere, 
MEN den som mister sit mod , 
mister alt. 
Miguel De Cervantes (1547 - 1616)

Fornærm aldrig en ven, selv ikke i spøg. 
Cicero (106-43 før Krist) 

Det venskab man skal betale,
er ikke meget værd.

Friendship Poem

Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.

This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our needs, all our dreams,
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.

But now and then, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share
All the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored up there.

That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever.

And we call that person a friend.