We seek our friend not sacredly, but with an adulterate passion which would appropriate him to ourselves...All association must be a compromise, and, what is worst, the very flower and aroma of the flower of each of the beautiful natures disappears as they approach each other. What a perpetual disappointment is actual society, even of the virtuous and gifted! After interviews have been compassed with long foresight, we must be tormented presently by baffled blows, by sudden, unseasonable apathies, by epilepsies of wit and of animal spirits, in te heyday of friendship and thought. Our faculties do not play us true, and both parties are relieved by solitude.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Friendship
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Friendship
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