In darkest day. And many sounds were sweet,
Most ravishing and pleasant to the ear;
But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend,
Sweet always, sweetest heard in loudest storm.
—Pollok.
Respect so far the holy laws of this fellowship as not to prejudice its perfect flower by your impatience for its opening. We must be our own before we can be another’s.
—Emerson.
Nature loves nothing solitary, and always reaches out to something as a support, which ever in the sincerest friend is most delightful.