True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.
There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.
When we are in health, all sounds fife and drum for us; we hear the notes of music in the air, or catch its echoes dying away when we awake in the dawn.
This world is but a canvas to our imagination.
There is no just and serene criticism as yet.
There is always a present and extant life, be it better or worse, which all combine to uphold.
The rarest quality in an epitaph is truth.
The language of Friendship is not words but meanings.
The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.
The heart is forever inexperienced.
The Friend does not count his Friends on his fingers; they are not numerable.
The Friend asks no return but that his Friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other’s hopes. They are kind to each other’s dreams.
