Carlyle to Emerson: Do not disturb yourself about turning better; write as it is given you, and not till it be given you, and never mind a whit.

He that cannot keep himself quiet is of a morbid nature.

“I write to implore you to be careful of your health. You are the property of all whom you rejoice in heart and soul, and you must not deal with your body as your own”.

Emerson to Carlyle: How little of you is in your will! Above your will how intimately are you related to all of us!