Pity, indeed, is of itself but poor comfort at any time; and, unless it
produces something more substantial, is rather impertinently
troublesome, than any way agreeable. To stand bemoaning the misfortunes
of our friends, without offering some expedient to alleviate them, is
only echoing to their grief, and putting them in mind that they are
miserable. He is truly my friend who, with a ready presence of mind,
supports me; not he who condoles with me upon my ill success, and says
he is sorry for my loss. In short, a favour or obligation is doubled by
being well-timed; and he is the best benefactor, who knows our
necessities, and complies with our wishes, even before we ask him.