Guests Are The Delight Of Leisure, And

The Friendships Of Nations, Built On Common Interests, Cannot Survive The Mutability Of Those Interests.

Need Drives Men To Envy As Fullness Drives Them To Selfishness.

Humor Distorts Nothing, And Only False Gods Are Laughed Off Their Earthly Pedestals.

There Are People Who Balk At Small Civilities On Account Of Their Manifest Insincerity. ... It Is Better And More Logical To Accept All The Polite Phraseology Which Facilitates Intercourse, And Contributes To The Sweetness Of Life. If We Discarded The Formal Falsehoods Which Are The Currency Of Conversation, We Should Not Be One Step Nearer The Vital Things Of Truth.

English Civilization Rests Largely Upon Tea And Cricket, With Mighty Spurts Of Enjoyment On Derby Day, And At Newmarket.