A Room with a View

Any one can find places, but the finding of people is a gift from God.

don't mean by that that he has bad manners--and he will not keep his opinions to himself

I was hoping that he was nice; I do so always hope that people will be nice."

Miss Lav­ish had lost Miss Bart­lett. Lucy had lost Mr. Eager. Mr. Emer­son had lost Ge­orge. Miss Bart­lett had lost a mack­in­tosh square. Phaethon had lost the game.

“We have tried to buy what can­not be bought with money. He has bar­gained to drive us, and he is do­ing it. We have no rights over his soul.”

I can­not help think­ing that there is some­thing to ad­mire in every­one, even if you do not ap­prove of them.

Vict­ory of what and over what—that is more than the words of daily life can tell us.

“ ‘From far, from eve and morn­ing,
And yon twelve-win­ded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.’

“How can he be un­happy when he is strong and alive? What more is one to give him? And think how he has been brought up—free from all the su­per­sti­tion and ig­nor­ance that lead men to hate one an­other in the name of God. With such an edu­ca­tion as that, I thought he was bound to grow up happy.”

Hard in life, hard in death. Go out into the sun­shine, little boy, and kiss your hand to the sun, for that is where you ought to be.