If you lend a person any money, it becomes lost for any purpose as ones own. When you ask for it back again, you may find a friend made an enemy by your kindness. If you begin to press still further, either you must part with that which you have intrusted, or else you must lose that friend.
Few have borrowed more freely than Gray and Milton; but with a princely prodigality, they have repaid the obscure thoughts of others, with far brighter of their ownlike the ocean, which drinks up the muddy water of the rivers from the flood, but replenishes them with the clearest from the shower.
Charles Lamb, tired of lending his books, threatened to chain Wordsworths poems to his shelves, adding: For of those who borrow, some read slow; some mean to read, but dont read; and some neither read nor mean to read, but borrow, to leave you an opinion of their sagacity. I must do my money-borrowing friends the justice to say that there is nothing of this caprice or wantonness of alienation in them. When they borrow my money, they never fail to make use of it.