Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
Life is an incurable disease.
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.