The Man Who Stops Making New Friends

It Is Not Every Man Who Can Be Exquisitely Miserable, Any More Than Exquisitely Happy.

A Page Of My Journal Is Like A Cake Of Portable Soup. A Little May Be Diffused Into A Considerable Portion.

We Often Observe In Lawyers, Who As Quicquid Agunt Homines Is The Matter Of Law Suits, Are Sometimes Obliged To Pick Up A Temporary Knowledge Of An Art Or Science, Of Which They Understood Nothing Till Their Brief Was Delivered, And Appear To Be Much Masters Of It.

Friendship, "the Wine Of Life," Should, Like A Well-stocked Cellar, Be Continually Renewed; And It Is Consolatory To Think, That Although We Can Seldom Add What Will Equal The Generous First Growths Of Our Youth, Yet Friendship Becomes Insensibly Old In Much Less Time Than Is Commonly Imagined, And Not Many Years Are Required To Make It Mellow And Pleasant.

Drinking Is In Reality An Occupation Which Employs A Considerable Portion Of The Time Of Many People; And To Conduct It In The Most Rational And Agreeable Manner Is One Of The Great Arts Of Living.