What An Insignificant Life Is This Which

If A Man Is Prodigal, He Cannot Be Truly Generous.

I Fancy Mankind May Come, In Time, To Write All Aphoristically.

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.

In An Orchard There Should Be Enough To Eat, Enough To Lay Up, Enough To Be Stolen, And Enough To Rot On The Ground.

Buffon, Who, With All His Theoretical Ingenuity And Extraordinary Eloquence, I Suspect Had Little Actual Information In The Science On Which He Wrote So Admirably For Instance, He Tells Us That The Cow Sheds Her Horns Every Two Years; A Most Palpable Error. ... It Is Wonderful That Buffon Who Lived So Much In The Country At His Noble Seat Should Have Fallen Into Such A Blunder I Suppose He Has Confounded The Cow With The Deer.