All the friends in the world are in the fountain of a pen.
It was the happiest time of my life. I was useful, I was learning, I was away from my father. I look back at that time with extreme fondness. It seems rather far away now, but that is what age does. Time is such a villain.
Life makes beggars out of those who have joyful hearts, taxing the living with hardship and tribulation, but the charity of companionship, the currency of shared and unmitigated love, alleviates all disconsolation.
