To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave the way the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober. The mere process of growing old together will make our slightest acquaintances seem like bosom friends. Retreat hell! We just got here! I might give my life for a friend, but he'd better not ask me to do up a parcel. Hearts that are delicate and kind and tongues that are neither - these make the finest company in the world. Don't tell your friends their social faults; they will cure the fault and never forgive you. | 
