What is so great as friendship, let us carry with what grandeur of
spirit we can. Let us be silent,—so we may hear the whisper of the
gods. Let us not interfere. Who set you to cast about what you should
say to the select souls, or how to say any thing to such? No matter how
ingenious, no matter how graceful and bland. There are innumerable
degrees of folly and wisdom, and for you to say aught is to be
frivolous. Wait, and thy heart shall speak. Wait until the necessary
and everlasting overpowers you, until day and night avail themselves of
your lips. The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a
friend is to be one. You shall not come nearer a man by getting into
his house. If unlike, his soul only flees the faster from you, and you
shall never catch a true glance of his eye. We see the noble afar off
and they repel us; why should we intrude? Late,—very late,—we perceive
that no arrangements, no introductions, no consuetudes or habits of
society would be of any avail to establish us in such relations with
them as we desire,—but solely the uprise of nature in us to the same
degree it is in them; then shall we meet as water with water; and if we
should not meet them then, we shall not want them, for we are already
they. In the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man’s own
worthiness from other men. Men have sometimes exchanged names with
their friends, as if they would signify that in their friend each loved
his own soul.
The higher the style we demand of friendship, of course the less easy
to establish it with flesh and blood. We walk alone in the world.
Friends such as we desire are dreams and fables. But a sublime hope
cheers ever the faithful heart, that elsewhere, in other regions of the
universal power, souls are now acting, enduring, and daring, which can
love us and which we can love. We may congratulate ourselves that the
period of nonage, of follies, of blunders and of shame, is passed in
solitude, and when we are finished men we shall grasp heroic hands in
heroic hands. Only be admonished by what you already see, not to strike
leagues of friendship with cheap persons, where no friendship can be.
Our impatience betrays us into rash and foolish alliances which no god
attends. By persisting in your path, though you forfeit the little you
gain the great. You demonstrate yourself, so as to put yourself out of
the reach of false relations, and you draw to you the first-born of the
world,—those rare pilgrims whereof only one or two wander in nature at
once, and before whom the vulgar great show as spectres and shadows
merely.
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