Nothing endures but personal qualities.
I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.
Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.
The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.
The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.
O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?