I have discovered that we may be in some degree whatever character we choose. Besides, practice forms a man to anything.
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over. So in a series of kindness there is, at last, one which makes the heart run over.
I find I journalize too tediously. Let me try to abbreviate.
There is nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.
For my own part I think no innocent species of wit or pleasantry should be suppressed: and that a good pun may be admitted among the smaller excellencies of lively conversation.