“Life is so full of lovely, simple joys for those who
are old enough to appreciate them! In youth, when all that happens to us is
coloured more or less crudely by our hungry emotions and we reach out greedily
for acute sensation, ever longing, never satisfied, we can scarcely taste the
full flavour of our small daily delights; but the years refine our palate and
sharpen our capacity for enjoyment. As we grow middle-aged we are able to take
infinite pleasure in things we despised when our craving was all for some ideal
rapture that never came; or, if it came, flashed like the dazzling flight of a
rocket, leaving behind it nothing but the ashes of regret. Our later joys, it
is true, pass as swiftly, but they leave no ashes.”
--The Book of Common Joys Written in Autumn Sunshine for Those Who HaveLeft Summer Behind, 1916; as cited in the journal Reverend Jesse Halsey kept while serving with the YMCA in Russia, 1917-18
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