If I mayn't tell you what I feel, what is the use of a friend?

So they pass away: friends, kindred, the dearest-loved, grown people, aged, infants. As we go on the down-hill journey, the mile-stones are grave-stones, and on each more and more names are written; unless haply you live beyond man's common age, when friends have dropped off, and, tottering, and feeble, and unpitied, you reach the terminus alone.

Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men claiming and bearing them.

What stories are new? All types of all characters march through all fables.

Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated.

Frequent the company of your betters.

We love being in love, that's the truth on't.