The Scent Of Sloth Tempts A Smug

Friendship, "the Wine Of Life," Should, Like A Well-stocked Cellar, Be Continually Renewed; And It Is Consolatory To Think, That Although We Can Seldom Add What Will Equal The Generous First Growths Of Our Youth, Yet Friendship Becomes Insensibly Old In Much Less Time Than Is Commonly Imagined, And Not Many Years Are Required To Make It Mellow And Pleasant.

A Companion Loves Some Agreeable Qualities Which A Man May Possess, But A Friend Loves The Man Himself.

No, Sir, Claret Is The Liquor For Boys; Port For Men: But He Who Aspires To Be A Hero Must Drink Brandy. In The First Place Brandy Will Do Soonest For A Man What Drinking Can Do For Him.

When We Know Exactly All A Man's Views And How He Comes To Speak And Act So And So, We Lose Any Respect For Him, Though We May Love And Admire Him.

Buffon, Who, With All His Theoretical Ingenuity And Extraordinary Eloquence, I Suspect Had Little Actual Information In The Science On Which He Wrote So Admirably For Instance, He Tells Us That The Cow Sheds Her Horns Every Two Years; A Most Palpable Error. ... It Is Wonderful That Buffon Who Lived So Much In The Country At His Noble Seat Should Have Fallen Into Such A Blunder I Suppose He Has Confounded The Cow With The Deer.