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.

And if by merely cultivating our own power of appreciation, by letting our light shine before men, we can do something to show the way upwards to those who have not yet seen it, still more potent is the influence of those who can actually create new delights and new interests in any branch of art or knowledge.