Mortifications are often more painful than real calamities.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

Pity, though it may often relieve, is but, at best, a short-lived passion, and seldom affords distress more than transitory assistance; with some it scarce lasts from the first impulse till the hand can be put into the pocket.

O friendship! thou fond soother of the human breast, to thee we fly in every calamity; to thee the wretched seek for succor; on thee the care-tired son of misery fondly relies; from thy kind assistance the unfortunate always hopes relief, and may be sure of--disappointment.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.