Yet still I weep, and watch and pray
As time rolls slowly on;
And yet I have no hope but thee,
Thou first, thou dearest one.
—Lindsay.
We ought to acquaint ourselves with the beautiful; we ought to contemplate it with rapture, and attempt to raise ourselves to its height. And in order to gain strength for that, we must keep ourselves thoroughly unselfish—we must not make it our own, but rather seek to communicate it; indeed, to make a sacrifice of it to those who are dear and precious to us.
—Goethe.