Better to love than be beloved, 
Though lonely all the day;
Better the fountain in the heart
Than the fountain by the way.

Self is the only prison that ever binds the soul;
Love is the only angel who can bid the gates unroll:

Jealousy is impossible to love, for ‘love seeketh not its own’;  and jealousy is always selfishness.

Fellow Travellers.   
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, 
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

For truly, nothing does so freeze affection, as the breath of jealousy.

Our friendships are often clouded, especially in youth, by want of sympathy from our own people.

Happy is the house that shelters a friend.

But to get this real profit from persons one must really meet them, not merely encounter – ‘meet’ them and not merely their outsides. 

Seek not your life – for that is death.   But seek how you can best and most joyfully give your own life away

…sacrifice alone, bare and unrelieved, is ghastly, unnatural, and dead; but self-sacrifice, illuminated by love, is warmth and life;  it is the death of Christ, the life of God, the blessedness, and only proper life of man.