Promise me you’ll never forget me because if I thought you would I’d never leave.
Distance of time and place generally cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking leave of our friends resembles taking leave of the world, of which it has been said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
The return makes one love the farewell.
Not to understand a treasure’s worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.