A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said the lad. "You must have little to do," said the man. The next day, they met again. Once more the lad was weeping. "Why do you weep now?" asked the man. "I am weeping because I have nothing to eat," said the lad. "I thought it would come to that," said the man.
Robert Louis StevensonSing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.
Robert Louis StevensonDo not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today.
Robert Louis Stevenson