For We All Of Us, Grave Or

The Stars Are Golden Fruit Upon A Tree All Out Of Reach.

Appearances Have Very Little To Do With Happiness.

We Have All Our Secret Sins; And If We Knew Ourselves We Should Not Judge Each Other Harshly.

But How Little We Know What Would Make Paradise For Our Neighbours! We Judge From Our Own Desires, And Our Neighbours Themselves Are Not Always Open Enough Even To Throw Out A Hint Of Theirs.

The Tale Of The Divine Pity Was Never Yet Believed From Lips That Were Not Felt To Be Moved By Human Pity.