For all things are less dreadful than they seem.

The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.

What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

Dreams, books, are each a world.