Here’s a toast to the future,
A sigh for the past;
We can love and remember,
And hope to the last.
And for all the base lies
That the almanacs hold,
While there’s love in the heart,
We can never grow old.

Here’s to cold nights, warm friends, and a good drink to give them.

May our house always be too small to hold all our friends.

Here’s to a friend: He knows you well and likes you just the same.

The Lord gives us our relatives-thank God we can choose our friends.

Here’s to tall ships, here’s to small ships, here’s to all the ships in the sea. But the bet ships are friendships: Here’s to you and me!

To our best friends, who know the worst about us, but refuse to believe it.