Who so loves believes the impossible. I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out. The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.' The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness. Light tomorrow with today! Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done. He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life. He lives most life whoever breathes most air. God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers and thrust the thing we have prayed for in our face, like a gauntlet with a gift in it. |