31 quotations of Friendship (Post No.4238)

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Date: 23 September 2017


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Post No. 4238


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Friendship with those whose minds are not open-hearted sours to enmity – Kalidasa’s Sakuntala 5-24



Imbibe only the merits of a companion and never the demerits- KR 186



Befriending a cruel serpent tantamount to extinction of the frog community– Panchatantra



Abusive language spells the death knell of friendship – Panchatantra 5-72


Live up to the words of a friend –Satopadupadesa prabandha


Do not disrespect a friend’s words – Sakunatalam ,first act



A friend indeed is a friend in need -Panchatantra 2-115



Better cordiality with a helpful foe than with a faithless friend – Hitopadesam 4-16



Friendship begets help, and an enemy is known by disservice – Valmiki Ramayana 4-8-21



The pure hearted strike friendship at first sight –Yogavasistha 3-78-35


When sad or glad, a friend alone is a sanctuary – – Valmiki Ramayana



Ever avoid a foolish friend – Sushasitavali



The one with a companion achieves his objects-  Panchatantra 2-26



A traitor of a friend is the worst of men – Mahabharata



A friend who is angry without justification does create anxiety -– Valmiki Ramayana 15-32-6


Elephants do not ever befriend foxes – Kiratarjuniya 14-2



Betraying friends never yields prosperity – Jataka mala



Friends alone do not make for joy nor enemies alone for sorrow- Mahabharata




The sin of betraying a friend is erased not even in a hundred births- BKM



It is declared that comradeship of the noble commences with seven steps walked together – Panchatantra 2-47, Rig Veda, Sangam Tamil Literature


Friends and foes originate only in transactions – Hitopadesam 1-72



Friendship- easy to build, difficult to sustain – Valmiki Ramayana 4-32-7



Friendship blooms between those of the same loom and gloom – Panchatantra 1-285



Bond with those of the same melancholy – Satopadesaprabandha



Proximity, though it be to the inanimate, leads to companionship- Valmiki Ramayana 2-8-28


Enemies scorch when they meet and friends too when they depart -SRB 3-110



Attachment to friends makes prosperity, not so with women! Katha sarit Sagara



Comradeship occurs in communion – Valmiki Ramayana 4-127-47



In prosperity, all are one’s friends -Kahavatratnakar



Share your grief with your buddies – Satopadesaprabhandha


He is friend who sees you through woe – Panchatantra 1-341


Source – Suktisudha, Chinmaya International Foundation, Ernakulam, Kerala, 2010

For original Sanskrit sentences, please see the book.




Brother is coming to rescue The 99! (Post No.4191)

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Date: 7 September 2017


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Post No. 4191


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A minister was deeply impressed by an address on the evils of smoking given at a synod. He arose from his seat, went over a fellow minister, and said:

“Brother, this morning I received a present of 100 good Cigars. I have smoked one of them, but now I am going home to burn the rest in the fire.”

The other minister arose and said it was his intention  to accompany  his Reverend Brother.

“ I mean to rescue the Ninety- Nine”, he added.



When Dr Creighton was Bishop of London he rode on a train one day with a small, meek curate. Dr Creighton, an ardent lover of tobacco, soon took out his cigar case and with a smile, said: “You don’t mind  my smoking. I suppose?”


The meek curate bowed and answered humbly, “Not if your Lordship doesn’t mind my being sick.”



Mark Twain’s Vocabulary!

Mark Twain’s habit of swearing  was revolting to his wife, who tried her best  of it to cure him  of it. One day, while shaving he cut himself. He recited his entire vocabulary and when he was finished, his wife repeated every word  he had said.  Mark Twain stunned her by saying  calmly, “ You have the words, dear, but you don’t know the tune”



A minister on a fishing trip was delighted to find his guide was once hired by Bishop Philips Brooks . They immediately began to talking about him, recalling many noble traits and characteristics.

“Yes”, said the guide, he was a fine man ‘cept for his swearing”

“What” exclaimed the minister, Bishop Brooks swear? Impossible.

“Oh he did sir. Once he looked a fine big bass. Just as he hoisted him into, the fish slipped and went clean off the hook. So I said to the Bishop, that is a damned shame and the Bishop came back and said, “Yes, it is. But that is the only time I even heard him use such language”




WAR ANECDOTES (Post No.4188)

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Date: 6 September 2017


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Post No. 4188


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Woman who couldn’t understand his son!

Peter Heine, a Dutchman, from a cabin-boy rose to the rank of Admiral. He was killed in action at the moment his fleet triumphed over that of Spain.

The States General sent a deputation to his mother, at Delft, to condole with her on the loss of her son. The simple old woman, who still remained in her original obscurity answered:

“I always foretold Peter would perish like the miserable wretch that he was. He loved nothing but rambling about from one country to another and now he has received the reward of his folly!”




At a council of Generals early in the Civil War, one remarked that a certain major was wounded and would not be able to perform a duty assigned to him.

“Wounded!” said Jackson.

“If it really is so, I think it must have been by an accidental discharge of his duty”



Hey, buddy, got a match?

In a camp the soldiers were awaiting imminent to the fighting front. In the dusk one of the soldiers called out to a khaki clad figure only dimly seen, “Hey Buddy!, got a match?”

A lighted match was forthcoming, and by its light, as he started to thank the other for the courtesy, the private was horrified to the see the markings of a general.

I beg your pardon, sir, he said saluting smartly, I didn’t see that you were a general!

That is alright son, said the general benignly.

Just thank God I wasn’t a second lieutenant.



Prince of Wales meets an American!

During the First World War an American officer was reconnoitring in the war zone. A young pleasant looking chap in the uniform of a British subaltern came toward him.

Who are you? the American challenged.

The Prince of Wales, the young man said mildly, continuing on his way.

“Oh Yeah, the was the sarcastic rejoinder of the American

And I am the King of England.”

Several nights later a Red Cross hut,  the two men met again. Great was the chagrin of the American to find that the young man was actually the Prince of Wales.

He was still more embarrassed when the Prince, grinning widely, waved to him from across the room and called out cheerily, “Hello there, dad!”


English were after Prize Money!

When the English Fleet was bearing down the French off Trafalgar, a sailor was devoutly kneeling at the side of the gun was asked by an officer if he was afraid.

“Afraid!, replied the tar, No! I was only praying that the enemy’s shot might be distributed in the same proportion as the prize money, the greatest part among the officers”





Send a barrel of whiskey to every General :Abraham Lincoln (Post No.4186)

Send a barrel of whiskey to every General :Abraham Lincoln (Post No.4186)
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Date: 5 September 2017


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Post No. 4186


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Brigadier General in Five Minutes!

When president Lincoln heard of the Confederate raid at Fairfax, in which a brigadier general and a number of valuable horses were captured he  gravely observed

“Well, I am sorry for the horses”

“Sorry for the horses, Mr President!, exclaimed the Secretary of War, raising his spectacles and throwing himself back in his chair in astonishment.

“Yes” ,replied Lincoln, “ I can make a brigadier general in five minutes, but it is not easy to replace a hundred and ten horses.”



General Grant is a Drunkard!

General Grant is a drunkard, asserted powerful and influential politicians to President Lincoln, “he is not himself half the time, he can’t be relied upon and it is a shame to have such a man in command of an army”.

So Grant gets drunk, does he? queried Lincoln

“Yes he does and I can prove it,” was the reply.

“Well, returned Lincoln, with the faintest suspicion of a twinkle in his eyes

“You need not waste your time getting proof. You just find out, to oblige me, what brand of whiskey Grant drinks because I want to send a barrel of it to each one of my generals.”




Woman’s request!

A woman once approached Lincoln rather imperiously,

Mr President, she said very theatrically, “you must give me a colonel’s commission for my son. Sir, I demand it, not as a favour but as a right. Sir my grand father fought at Lexington. Sir, my uncle was the only man that did not run away at Blandensburg  Sir my father fought at New Orleans and my husband was killed at Monterey

“I guess”, madam, answered Lincoln dryly

“Your family has done enough for the country. It is time to give somebody else a chance.”



Mules are more valuable

On one occasion a friend burst into Lincoln s room to tell him that a brigadier general and twelve army mules had been carried off by a Confederate raid.

How unfortunate! Those mules cost us two hundred dollars a piece,was the President s reply



Officer Anecdotes: Donkeys and Officers are Same! (Post No.4156)


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Date: 23 August 2017


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Post No. 4156

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General Grant once expressed his contempt for a certain officer. Another General protested that the man in question had been through ten campaigns .

General,said Grant,

So has that mule yonder, but he is still a jackass.



Abraham Lincoln and Barnum

Once during the War, Barnum brought his show to Washington and invited president Lincoln to come and see its wonders.

The president noted all the exhibitions with appropriate remarks and, when shown the midgets, General Tom Thumb and Admiral Nutt, remarked to Barnum,

“You have some pretty small generals, but I think I can beat you.”



Gorge V


When George V was Prince of Wales , he held the rank of Lieutenant in the Marines. One day on the afterdeck of a battle ship, he was conducting drill under the supervision of a senior officer. The deck had been cleared even of its quad rails . The prince was not well versed in drills and his superior was clearly put out his awkwardness and slowness of command. At last the squad was marching full on for the stern and the unguarded edge and it seemed as though the Prince had forgotten the command to stop, or face about, or else failed to realise the situation.

Sputtering with wrath, the officer snapped, as the men neared the edge, “God Almighty, Sir, can’t you at least say Goodbye to your men!”


No questions,please!

Stonewall Jackson sent the following telegram to the War Department at Richmond

“Send me more men and fewer questions.”




Only one small Complaint!

A French field marshal who had attained that rank by court favour, not by valour, going one evening to an opera, forcibly took possession of the box of a respectable Abbé, who for this outrage brought a suit.

The Abbé thus addressed the court,

I do not come here to complain of Admiral Suffrein  who took so many ships in the EastIndies ;

I do not come here to complain of Count de Grace  who fought so nobly in the West

I do not come here to complain of the Duke de Crebillon who took Minorca.

But I come to complain of Marshal B —- who took my box at the Opera, and never took anything else.




Marches and Regulations Anecdotes (Post No.4154)

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Date: 13 August 2017


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Post No. 4154

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A green young lieutenant was assigned a new detachment. He was a very small and helpless looking individual and when he first appeared before his company, there were many audible comments made about his apparent ineptness. From the rear of the ranks a voice boomed,

And a little child shall lead them

There was a roar of laughter.

Seemingly undisturbed finished the business of the day. Next morning there appeared a notice on the bulletin board

Company A will take a 25 mile hike today with full packs. And a little child shall lead them……….. on a damned big horse.




The late Smedley D Butler, always an impulsive man, was generally careful of the welfare of his men. One time in France he encountered two soldiers emerging from the kitchen with a large soup kettle.

Let me taste that, he ordered.

Bu, Gen…………….

No buts! Give me a spoon.

Taking a taste, he sputtered,

You don’t call that soup, do you?

No sir, replied the soldier

I was trying to tell you ,sir, it is dishwater



Regulations Anecdotes : Extremely Confidential!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Strange things happen in military circles. An army officer was given the task of preparing a factual report on heavy ordnance. Partly because he was pressed for time and partly because the facts were there, arranged in their best way, he copied pretty much verbatim the article on the subject in the Encyclopaedia Brittanica , and turned it over to his superior s. Not long after, he received along with all his brother officers, a mimeographed copy of his report from the war department in an envelope heavily sealed and labelled, “Extremely Confidential”.





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Date: 11 August 2017


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Post No. 4149

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One night, at the beginning of the World War, Picasso and Gertrude Stein were taking a walk when they saw a camaflouged truck for the first times. He was amazed by the resemblance of to cubist art, and, in the tone of a man who has just been plagiarised, said,

“Why, it is we who invented that !”

Later when a new field uniform for the French army was discussed, he told Cocteau

“If they want to make an army invisible at a distance, all they have to do is dress the men as harlequins”


Not giving Tea is recrimination!

Harvey Klemmer tells of how one of the London wardens , a slim, elderly man , directed the work of removing bodies

“They got my house last night”, he said simply.

I heard from one of the other wardens that while this man was working on a job, someone came running to tell him his own house, a few streets away had been hit. The house and all his belongings had been destroyed; his wife and children fortunately, had gone to a nearby shelter. I asked the man what he would do if he could lay his hands on the airmen who had dropped the bomb.

He gulped a couple of times and I waited eagerly to hear what sort of punishment he would be prepared to mete out.

“Well”, he said slowly, “I don’t think I would give him a cup of tea”.

That is the nearest thing to recrimination I have heard in England.



An American who had gone to England to carry out certain duties in connection with the War, was wearied by a seemingly interminable season of fog and rain. One day he glanced out of his window at the barrage balloon s which could be seen mistily at their cable ends in the sky and asked ,”Why don’t they just cut the ropes on those thongs and let the place sink!”



During the First World War, the Germans entered and occupied a small Belgian town. Seeking keep the occupants of the town under control, an officer of the German army called all the citizens to the town hall and insisted that they all take the oath of allegiance to the German emperor.

One particularly truculent and obstinate inhabitant refused to be intimidated, and kept boasting of the defence the Belgian s put up against the superior German force.

Finally the German officer lost all patience ,”Take this oath of allegiance or you will be shot”.

Faced with this alternative, the man gave in and took the oath.

“That’s the spirit, said the German, now you may come and go as you please. You are one of us”.


With a sly grin on his face, the Belgian turned and said,

“Say, didn’t those Belgians give us a hell of a fight?”

Xxxx SUBHAM Xxxxx






Civilians in War Anecdotes (Post No.4146)

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Date: 10 August 2017


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Post No. 4146

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When the disasters of Franco Prussian War were falling thickly, and the iron band was closing  around Paris , word came that Victor Hugo was coming to the city. He came at the very moment that the investment was complete, with the last train, the last breath of fresh air. On the way he had seen Germans, seen villages burned with petroleum, and he came to imprison himself in Paris. A memorable ovation was given him by the people, and they never forgot his voluntary sharing of their sufferings.



To Hell with Hitler

Harvey Klemmer tells this story,

“Just before leaving England, I met a Cockney who had been buried beneath the ruins of his fish and chip shop. Fish and chips are not my idea of the proper food for building morale. However, there was nothing wrong with the morale of this chap. When the rescue workers dug him out of the remains of his little business– which by now consisted of a potpourri of fish, fat, bricks and plaster– he dusted himself off, drew himself up to his full five feet seven and spat into the wreckage

“To ‘ell with ‘itler”


An old watchman in a London warehouse was a bit perturbed because his son wouldn’t take cover in the air raids. He went into the street and gave the lad a cuff on the ear.

“Get the hell inside”, he said, “and let the shrapnel fall down”.



At the outbreak of the Franco Prussian War one patriotic Parisian cab man, after driving a Prussian attaché to the station to join the regiment, refused to take any fare.

“A man does not pay for being driven to his own funeral. So, adieu, Monsieur”..




Many persons who have taken first aid courses in the present war will be interested in the case of an inquisitive elderly lady who bent solicitously over a wounded soldier whose head was swathed with bandages.

“Are you wounded in the head, my boy ?”, she asked.

“No, madam”, said the victim feebly,

“I was shot in the foot and the bandaged slipped up”.





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Post No. 4116
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“I see you are drinking coffee, Judge”, someone remarked to Ben Lindsey on a hot summer’s day, “why don’t you try something cooling? Did you ever try gin and ginger ale?”

“No”, said judge Lindsey, “but I have tried fellows we have”.



The story is told about Arthur Sullivan, the composer, that the one faculty which never forsook him was his tonal sense. It is said that he returned one night to his flat in a state of inebriation sufficient to render the row of identical houses in which he lived a difficult problem in identification. Sullivan ambled down the row pausing from time to time and kicking at the metal shoe scrapers by the side of the steps of the houses. Coming to one, he paused, kicked it again, murmured to himself, “That’s right. E flat” and entered the door.




While Sir Wilfred Lawson was pushing anti-liquor agitation in the House of Lords, some of his waggish enemies passed this story about:

During Sir Wlifred’s university days he was accused of breaking rules, and the head of his college called him upon the carpet, “Sir, said the dignitary, “ I am told you have a barrel of beer in your room, which you should know is contrary to orders.”

“Well, sir, the delinquent admitted, “that is true; but the fact is I am of a weak constitution, and the doctors told me that if I drank this beer I should get stronger.”

“And are you stronger? the head asked sarcastically. “Oh yes, sir; indeed, I am. When the barrel came, I could scarcely move it; but it was not long before I could easily roll it around the room”.


In Texas they like their liquor straight, as witness the case of one old timer who, upon taking in his hand a small tumbler of whiskey, said, “Blindfold me and hold my nose—‘cause if I see it or smell it, my mouth will water and dilute it!”


The young fellow, slightly green in the ways of the smart set, apologised to his hostess, explaining, “Though I may be slightly under the affluence of incohol, I am not so think as you drunk as I am”.

xxx Subham xxx



Sleeping and Drinking Anecdotes (Post No.4113)

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Date: 25 July 2017
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Post No. 4113
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Stephen Leacock says, “I often think this ‘insomnia’ business is about 90 percent nonsense. When I was a yong man living in boarding house in Toronto, my brother George came to visit me, and since there was no spare room, we had to share my bed. In the morning, after day light, I said to George,

“Did you get much sleep?”

“Not a damn minute”, said he.

Neither did I, I rejoined. “I could hear every sound all night.”

“Then we put our heads up from the bed clothes and the bed was coveed with plaster. The ceiling had fallen on us in the night. But we hadn’t noticed it. We had ‘insomnia’.



The old light house keeper had been at his post continuously for thirty ears. During that entire period he had been accustomed to a gun going off, practically under his nose, every six minutes, day and night This was the method followed for warning the ships Naturally, he grew hardened to this periodic explosion, and paid no attention to it. Then, one night, in his 31st year at his post, the gun failed to go off. The old man awoke from a sound slumber.

“What was that?” he cried in alarm.



Drinking Anecdotes

One day Dr Johnson was conversing with Mrs Williams, ablind friend of his. She was telling him where she had dined the day before, “There were several gentlemen there”, said she, “and I found that there had been a good deal of hard drinking”. She closed this observation with a tite moral reflection: I wonder what pleasure men can take in making beasts of themselves!”

Dr Johnson replied, “I wonder madam that you have not the penetration to see that he who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”



A lady once asked Secretary of State Evarts if drinking so many different wines did not make him seedy (unwell) the next day.

“No madam, he repied, It is the indifferent wines that produce that result”.


All teetotellers should be as gracious in their excuses as the Irish poet, George Russel, better known as A.E.

When declining a drink, he would murmur, “No, thank you. You see…………. I was born intoxicated”.



Sir Campbell Bannerman M.P. was once asked his opinion on the liquor traffic. He replied, “The liquor traffic is a large subject, and I can hardly enter on it here. There is an old story of a Highlander who was asked if whisky was not a bad thing. ‘Yes’, said he, ‘very bad—especially bad whiskey.”