If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.

I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!

To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only. It is the sole standard by which you have a right to judge me--the sole ground on which I accept your judgment.

You transfix me quite.

And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.

There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.