Friendship is the balm and cordial of life, and without it, ’tis a heavy load not worth sustaining. - Laurence Sterne

Crack, crack — crack, crack — crack, crack — so this is Paris! quoth I (continuing in the same mood) — and this is Paris! — humph! — Paris! cried I, repeating the name the third time — The first, the finest, the most brilliant — — The streets however are nasty;
But it looks, I suppose, better than it smells — crack, crack — crack, crack —

Shall we for ever make new books, as apothecaries make new mixtures, by pouring only out of one vessel into another?

Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine; — they are the life, the soul of reading; — take them out of this book for instance, — you might as well take the book along with them;