I know that the sentiments of honour and uprightness with which you were born will never change in you; but as for those of tenderness and attachment which were once reciprocal between us, I feel that they now only exist on my side.

Not only, dearest of all friends, have you ceased to find pleasure in my company, but you have to tax yourself severely even to remain a few minutes with me out of complaisance.

You are at your ease with all the world but me.

I do not speak to you of many other things.

We must take our friends with their faults, and I ought to pass over yours, as you pass over mine.