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We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.

Universal Love Is A Glove Without Fingers, Which Fits All Bands Alike And None Closely; But True Affection Is Like A Glove With Fingers, Which Fits One Hand Only, And Sits Close To That One.

It Is Easier And Handier For Men To Flatter Than To Praise.

Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And The Brightest To The Meeting Time And Farewell.