Pride is founded not on the sense of happiness, but on the sense of power.
William HazlittRead
Old friendships are like meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful. The stomach turns against them.
Interpretation
Old friendships can become unfulfilling and unpleasant over time.
This quote compares old friendships to repeatedly served cold meats, suggesting that, like stale food, these relationships lose their initial warmth and joy. As time goes on, what once provided comfort can become distasteful and leave one feeling unsettled, highlighting the natural evolution and sometimes decline of friendships as people change.
In practice
During a reunion speech, reflecting on how friendships have changed over the years.
Pride is founded not on the sense of happiness, but on the sense of power.
The world loves to be amused by hollow professions, to be deceived by flattering appearances, to live in a state of hallucination; and can forgive everything but the plain, downright, simple, honest truth.
Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.
We can bear to be deprived of everything but our self-conceit.
There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us.
Prosperity is a great teacher; adversity is a greater. Possession pampers the mind; privation trains and strengthens it.
I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.
I am able to say that I was very much liked at the school. I even had quite some ascendancy over my comrades, and as soon as I appeared in the school yard, I was surrounded by young friends, most of them bigger than I, but who were quite willing to give the appearance of disciples; they would have defended me furiously if necessary.
This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.
You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.
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