Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions. – Samuel Johnson
In a mans letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirror of his breast, whatever passes within him is shown undisguised in its natural process. Nothing is inverted, nothing distorted, you see systems in their elements, you discover actions in their motives. – Samuel Johnson
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