Tis The Privilege Of Friendship To Talk

To Be Thankful For What We Grasp Exceeding Our Proportion Is To Add Hypocrisy To Injustice.

The Vices Of Some Men Are Magnificent.

I Conceive Disgust At These Impertinent And Misbecoming Familiarities Inscribed Upon Your Ordinary Tombstone.

I Hate The Man Who Eats Without Knowing What He’s Eating. I Doubt His Taste In More Important Things.

Your Absence Of Mind We Have Borne, Till Your Presence Of Body Came To Be Called In Question By It.