For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

What is better than to love and live with the loved? -- But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

'Character," says Novalis, in one of his questionable aphorisms - character is destiny'.

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.

... the business of life shuts us up within the environs of London and within sight of human advancement, which I should be so very glad to believe in without seeing.

The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.