As oil will find its way into crevices where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter.
Harriet Beecher StoweI am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred - that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt. If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
Harriet Beecher Stowe