Note you, we have not many friends. The older we grow and the better we can sift mankind, the fewer friends we count, although man lives by friendship. But a great wind is every man's fiend, and its strength is the strength of good-fellowship; and even doing battle with it is something worthy and well chosen.- Hilaire Belloc
I have always been terrible at making new connections and worse retaining old ones over distance. It is not only hard to find those worthy of true friendship, which is based on the love of the other because he is good, but it is also difficult to find one not only good but who is truly another self. I find one of the most frustrating things is that while I am friendly to everyone I meet, yet I find those whom I have come to love as friends or with whom I would have true friendship pull away from me, and yet those whom I find annoying and bothersome seem to want all the more to have friendship with me. There are a few people in the world that I would do anything I could for, but they want nothing of me, and there are several that seem always to be asking me favors whom I would wish to be rid of. Not that I think they are bad, but they do not mesh with me.
God has a strange way in that. He often wills that we should be separated from the love of those whom we will to love, and, though we love them, given little or no opportunity to do anything externally on that and would place others in out path whom we are not so inclined to love, but whom He would have us love.
I think the best thing we can do, when disconnected, is to take account of those whom God has already placed in our paths and love them.
Reason is by study, labor, and exercise of logic, philosophy, and other liberal arts corroborated and quickened; and the judgment both in them and also in orators, laws, and stories much ripened. And although poets are with many men taken but for painted words, yet do they much help the judgment, and make a man among other things well furnished in one special thing, without which all learning is half lame…a good mother wit.- St. Thomas More