It is a kind of blindness--poverty. We can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and maiming ourselves against every angle.
OuidaScandals are like dandelion seeds--they are arrow-headed, and stick where they fall, and bring forth and multiply fourfold.
OuidaThe bread of bitterness is the food on which men grow to their fullest stature; the waters of bitterness are the debatable ford through which they reach the shores of wisdom; the ashes boldly grasped and eaten without faltering are the price that must be paid for the golden fruit of knowledge.
Ouida