It is the steady and merciless increase of occupations, the augmented speed at which we are always trying to live, the crowding of each day with more work than it can profitably hold, which has cost us, among other things, the undisturbed enjoyment of friends. Friendship takes time, and we have no time to give it.
Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.
We know when we have had enough of a friend, and we know when a friend has had enough of us. The first truth is no more palatable than the second.