When a young man vainly boasted in the theatre, and said, "I am wise, for I have conversed with many wise men;" Epictetus made answer, "And I with many rich men, yet I am not rich."
Love that asketh Love again,
Finds the barter nought but pain;
Love that giveth in full store,
Aye receives as much and more.
He who is reckless of the future must have had a desperate past. Selected.
