We Risk All In Being Too Greedy.

What A Wonderful Thing It Is To Have A Good Friend. He Identifies Your Innermost Desires, And Spares You The Embarrassment Of Disclosing Them To Him Yourself.

Habit, To Which All Of Us Are More Or Less Slaves.

It Is Twice The Pleasure To Deceive The Deceiver.

There's Nothing Sweeter Than A Real Friend: Not Only Is He Prompt To Lend— An Angler Delicate, He Fishes The Very Deepest Of Your Wishes, And Spares Your Modesty The Task His Friendly Aid To Ask. A Dream, A Shadow, Wakes His Fear, When Pointing At The Object Dear.

We Read On The Foreheads Of Those Who Are Surrounded By A Foolish Luxury, That Fortune Sells What She Is Thought To Give.