They can't have my private property and my public spirit-both Thought we were progressing--now we know we're only changing To be kind and keep your end up--there's nothing else in it Unless one believed there was something in a thing, there wasn't Victory in defeat Wishes father thought but they don't breed evidence You are a giver, Jon; she is a taker Younger every day, till at last he had been too young to live Youth's eagerness to give with both hands, to take with neither VILLA RUBEIN AND OTHER STORIES /gutenberg/etext01/vlrbn10.txt Villa Rubein A Man of Devon A Knight Salvation of a Forsyte The Silence PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: I wish you would attend to your own faults, and not pry into other people's. But I think that when we hope, we are not brave, because we are expecting something for ourselves. Chris says that hope is prayer, and if it is prayer, then all the time we are hoping, we are asking for something, and it is not brave to ask for things. Then from in front I heard sobbing--a man's sobs; no sound is quite so dreadful. "Ah!" muttered Mr. Treffry, "you're obstinate enough, but obstinacy isn't strength." It has always been my, belief that a man must neither beg anything of a woman, nor force anything from her. Women are generous--they will give you what they can. Has it ever struck you that each one of us lives on the edge of a volcano? There is, I imagine, no one who has not some affection or interest so strong that he counts the rest for nothing, beside it. LINES FROM THE TEXT: