"I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know." 
Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Good-Bye

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home:
Thou art not my friend, & I'm not thine.
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam;
But now, proud world! I'm going home...