A wound in the friendship of young persons, as in the bark of young trees, may be so grown over as to leave no scar. The case is very different in regard to old persons and old timber. The reason of this may be accountable from the decline of the social passions, and the prevalence of spleen, suspicion, and rancor towards the latter part of life.

The regard one shows economy, is like that we show an old aunt who is to leave us something at last.

The making presents to a lady one addresses is like throwing armor into an enemy's camp, with a resolution to recover it.

Reserve is no more essentially connected with understanding than a church organ with devotion, or wine with good-nature.

A rich dress adds but little to the beauty of a person. It may possibly create a deference, but that is rather an enemy to love.

There is a certain flimsiness of poetry which seems expedient in a song.

Anger and the thirst of revenge are a kind of fever; fighting and lawsuits, bleeding,--at least, an evacuation. The latter occasions a dissipation of money; the former, of those fiery spirits which cause a preternatural fermentation.