I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.
All sorrows are bearable, if there is bread.
Happy the man to whom heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than heaven itself.
El pan comido y la compan? |a deshecha. With the bread eaten, the company breaks up.