• I loved my friend for his gentleness, his candor, his good repute, his freedom even from my own livelier manner, his calm and reasonable kindness. It was not any particular talent that attracted me to him, or i anything striking whatsoever. I should say in one word, it was his goodness.

    Leigh Hunt (1850). “The Autobiography ... with Reminiscences of Friends and Contemporaries”, p.98