For My Own Part I Think No

Wine Makes A Man Better Pleased With Himself. I Do Not Say That It Makes Him More Pleasing To Others. Sometimes It Does. But The Danger Is, That While A Man Grows Better Pleased With Himself, He May Be Growing Less Pleasing To Others. Wine Gives A Man Nothing. It Neither Gives Him Knowledge Nor Wit; It Only Animates A Man, And Enables Him To Bring Out What A Dread Of The Company Has Presented.

The Man Who Stops Making New Friends Eventually Will Have None.

The Scent Of Sloth Tempts A Smug Man.

I Went To My Father's At Night. He Spoke Of Poor John [boswell's Brother] With Disgust. I Was Shocked And Said, "he's Your Son, And God Made Him." He Answered Very Harshly, "if My Sons Are Idiots, Can I Help It?

My Wife, Who Does Not Like Journalizing, Said It Was Leaving Myself Embowelled To Posterity--a Good Strong Figure. But I Think Itis Rather Leaving Myself Embalmed. It Is Certainly Preserving Myself.