Oh For A Seat In Some Poetic

I Loved My Friend For His Gentleness, His Candor, His Good Repute, His Freedom Even From My Own Livelier Manner, His Calm And Reasonable Kindness. It Was Not Any Particular Talent That Attracted Me To Him, Or I Anything Striking Whatsoever. I Should Say In One Word, It Was His Goodness.

Danger For Danger's Sake Is Senseless.

A Pleasure So Exquisite As Almost To Amount To Pain.

Words Are Often Things Also, And Very Precious, Especially On The Gravest Occasions. Without "words," And The Truth Of Things That Is In Them, What Were We?

Those Who Have Lost An Infant Are Never, In A Way, Without An Infant.