Friendship, love and piety, ought to be handled with a sort of mysterious secrecy; they ought to be spoken of only in the rare moments of perfect confidence.
—Novalis.
I weigh my friend’s affection with mine own.
—Shakespeare.
As ships meet at sea,—a moment together, when words of greeting must be spoken, and then away upon the deep,—so men meet in this world; and I think we should cross no man’s path without hailing him, and if he needs, give him supplies.
—Henry Ward Beecher.