One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!

When we are young we think our troubles a mighty business - that the world is spread out expressly as a stage for the particular drama of our lives and that we have a right to rant and foam at the mouth if we are crossed. I have done enough of that in my time.

Anger seek it prey,-- Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.

And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.

Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.

Net the large fish and you are sure to have the small fry.

I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.