The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden a dim twilight and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
Because most people are not sufficiently employed in themselves they run about loose hungering for employment and satisfy themselves in various supererogatory occupations. The easiest of these occupations which have all to do with making things already made is the making of people: it is called the art of friendship.