My Friend Is Not Perfect-no More Than

To Bring The Best Human Qualities To Anything Like Perfection, To Fill Them With The Sweet Juices Of Courtesy And Charity, Prosperity, Or, At All Events, A Moderate Amount Of It, Is Required,--just As Sunshine Is Needed For The Ripening Of Peaches And Apricots.

In Life There Is Nothing More Unexpected And Surprising Than The Arrivals And Departures Of Pleasure. If We Find It In One Place Today, It Is Vain To Seek It There Tomorrow. You Can Not Lay A Trap For It.

My Friend Is Not Perfect-no More Than I Am-and So We Suit Each Other Admirable.

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.

Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked By The Grave Of His Personal Likings.