Friendship, Like Love, Is Destroyed By Long

My Dear Friend, Clear Your Mind Of Can't.

To Read, Write, And Converse In Due Proportions, Is, Therefore, The Business Of A Man Of Letters.

It Is Commonly A Weak Man Who Marries For Love.

Politeness Is Fictitious Benevolence. Depend Upon It, The Want Of It Never Fails To Produce Something Disagreeable To One Or Other.

There May Be Community Of Material Possessions, But There Can Never Be Community Of Love Or Esteem.