A friend is never alarmed for us in the right place.
The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.
Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.
We are rarely wrong when we act from impulse.
Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.
That which is always within our reach, is always the last thing we take; and the chances are, that what we can do every day, we never do at all.