تحت السماء الواسعة المرصعة بالنجوم احفر لي قبرا، ودعني أرقد. - Robert Louis Stevenson

Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle.

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.

Thus in the best fabric of duplicity, there is some weak point, if you can strike it, which will loosen all.