Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.
It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is...
That pernicious sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong."
That best academy, a mother's knee.
With every step of the recent traveler our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautiful pictured notes of the possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard coin of the actual.
Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.