Make good the good in you...and you will slowly steal into the Hawaiian heart, which is all of softness, and gentleness, and sweetness.
In a saturated population life is always cheap.
The game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the end.
Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him.