”‘Oh, it’s worse than foolish; it’s downright sneaking, you know, […] He says that he’s the only friend he ever had, and he’s attached to him, and all that. Friendship’s a very good thing in its way—we are all very friendly and comfortable at the Stump, for instance, over our grog, where every man pays for himself; but damn hurting yourself for anybody else, you know! No man should have more than two attachments—the first, to number one, and the second to the ladies; that’s what I say—ha! ha!’”
”’[Y]our object is equally honourable, whatever the result is. Whether that species of benevolence which is so very cautious and long–sighted that it is seldom exercised at all, lest its owner should be imposed upon, and so wounded in his self–love, be real charity or a worldly counterfeit, I leave to wiser heads than mine to determine. But if those two fellows were to commit a burglary to–morrow, my opinion of this action would be equally high.’”
”‘New scenes have closed upon me; my rambles are at an end.’”
”It is the fate of most men who mingle with the world, and attain even the prime of life, to make many real friends, and lose them in the course of nature. It is the fate of all authors or chroniclers to create imaginary friends, and lose them in the course of art. Nor is this the full extent of their misfortunes; for they are required to furnish an account of them besides.”
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