I have known several persons of great fame for wisdom in public affairs and councils governed by foolish servants. I have known great ministers, distinguished for wit and learning, who preferred none but dunces. I have known men of valor cowards to their wives. I have known men of cunning perpetually cheated. I knew three ministers who would exactly compute and settle the accounts of a kingdom, wholly ignorant of their own economy.
Old friends are the great blessings of ones latter years. Half a word conveys ones meaning. They have memory of the same events, and have the same mode of thinking. I have young relations that may grow upon me, for my nature is affectionate, but can they grow old friends? My age forbids that. Still less can they grow companions. Is it friendship to explain half one says? One must relate the history of ones memory and ideas; and what is that to the young but old stories?
To act with common sense, according to the moment, is the best wisdom I know; and the best philosophy, to do ones duties, take the world as it comes, submit respectfully to ones lot, bless the goodness that has given us so much happiness with it, whatever it is, and despise affectation.
Virtuosi have been long remarked to have little conscience in their favorite pursuits. A man will steal a rarity who would cut off his hand rather than take the money it is worth. Yet, in fact, the crime is the same.