Kind souls, you wonder why, love you, When you, you wonder why, love none. We love, Fool, for the good we do, Not that which unto us is done! - Coventry Patmore

Grant me the power of saying things
Too simple and too sweet for words!

Ninety-nine men in a hundred are natural men, that is, beasts of prey; and it is mere insanity, in business matters, to deal with a stranger upon any other assumption than that he is a natural man, though we should veil our knowledge of the actual fact by a courteous recognition in words and manners of his better possibilities.

A man may read Plato without clearly comprehending much of what he means. He cannot read him without becoming, in some degree, a changed man.