I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.
I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here is the sense of it: “What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.”
He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he has once been young.
Friendships, in general, are suddenly contracted; and therefore it is no wonder they are easily dissolved.