However mean your life is,meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it
hard names.It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.
The fault-finder will find faults in paradise.Love your life,poor as it is.
You may perhaps have some pleasant,thrilling,glorious hourss,even in a poor-house.
The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from
the rich man's abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.I do not
see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there,and have as cheering thoughts,
as in a palace.The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.
May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.Most think that they are
above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting
themselves by dishonest means.which should be more disreputable.Cultivate poverty like
a garden herb,like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things,whether clothes or
friends,Turn the old,return to them.Things do not change;we change.Sell your clothes and
keep your thoughts.