A MOSAIC FOR FRIENDS. SINCE trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs, 199 Hannah More. FOR 'OR two enemies, the world is too small; for two friends, a needle's eye is big enough. How WOW common it is for one's friends to drop a heavy weight upon one's heart, and then desire one not to let it dwell there! H. Martineau. FORSE voi amereste meglio un amico più ideale: non so che dire fabbricativelo-Quello era così. NO PERFECTION. HEN a man glances critically through the circle of his intimate friends, he is obliged to confess that they are far from being perfect. They profess neither the beauty of Apollo, nor the wisdom of Solon, nor the wit of Mercutio, nor the reticence of Napoleon III. Yet forced to make such uncomfortable confessions, our supposed man does not like his friends one whit the less. *** Perfection is not essential to friendship. *** If a man be an entire and perfect chrysolite, you slide off him, and fall back into ignorance. From "Dreamthorp," by Alexander Smith. |