The Short Story Packs A Self In

It's One Thing For A Man Not To Know, Not To Have Learned; It's Another Not To Be Able To Live By What One Does Know.

(clothes) Cannot Change A Man's Nature. He's Either Kind Or He Isn't, With Or Without Clothes.

You See In Others Who You Are.

... It's Possible To Let Love Fly By Like A Cloud In A Windy Sky If One Is Too Timid, Or Perhaps Unable To Believe He Is Entitled To Good Fortune.

Children Were Strangers You Loved Because You Could Love. If They Gave Back Love When They Were Grown You Were Ahead Of The Game.