In 1878, prolific American poet Emily Dickinson penned this line in a letter to her friend Thomas Wentworth Higginson, a literary critic and writer himself. In their frequent correspondence, the reclusive poet sought advice on her compositions from Higginson, and she found a special kind of comfort and solidarity in their friendship. For Dickinson, as for many of us, it was a rare fortune to find someone who embodied the safety and warmth of home.