Walk groundly, talk profoundly, drink roundly, sleep soundly.

The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship.

Familiarity confounds all traits of distinction; interest and prejudice take away the power of judging.

To die is only to be as we were before we were born; yet no one feels any remorse, or regret, or repugnance, in contemplating this last idea.

The most silent people are generally those who think most highly of themselves.

The best way to make ourselves agreeable to others is by seeming to think them so. If we appear fully sensible of their good qualities they will not complain of the want of them in us.

The soil of friendship is worn out with constant use. Habit may still attach us to each other, but we feel ourselves fettered by it. Old friends might be compared to old married people without the tie of children.