divine sadness which is in all his poetry, speaks of the friend thus: "Ah, friend, let us be true To one another! For the world which seems So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, "Since trifles make the sum of human things ΧΙ THE HAPPINESS OF OTHERS HE finest characters are often the most self-centered in youth. The very force and depth of nature which after ward develops so perfectly is hard and green and crusty at the beginning. A superficial character smiles and wins its way to every heart, while the struggles that a strong nature must undergo, make such a nature difficult to understand and hard to know. The first shoots of a noble nature have always to appear amid difficulties. Selfishness, like a kind of worm, is waiting to nibble at every green leaf as soon as it is seen. And to be selfish is to be lonely. Being selfcentered, however, is quite a different thing |