The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship.
...greatness sympathises with greatness, and littleness shrinks into itself.
Love and joy are twins or born of each other.
Men of the greatest genius are not always the most prodigal of their encomiums. But then it is when their range of power is confined, and they have in fact little perception, except of their own particular kind of excellence.
Our energy is in proportion to the resistance it meets.
To speak highly of one with whom we are intimate is a species of egotism. Our modesty as well as our jealousy teaches us caution on this subject.