_she had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever_

It almost seemed as if there must be some random and of course unfair thrift in the emotional housekeeping of the world, if the great happiness--however temporary, however flimsy--of one person could come out of the great unhappiness of another.

Then he said the funny thing was the old man himself had left home when he was a kid, after a fight with his own father. The father lit into him for using the wheelbarrow."It was this way. They always carried the feed to the horses, pail by pail. In the winter, when the horses were in the stalls. So my father took the notion to carry it to them in the wheelbarrow. Naturally it was a lot quicker. But he got beat. For laziness. That was the way they were, you know. Any change of any kind was a bad thing. Efficiency was just laziness, to them. That's the peasant thinking for you.

Learn to love someone when they least deserve it, because that is when they need your love most.

You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.

Life is so short. The only person you hurt when you stay angry or hold grudges is you. Forgive everyone, including yourself.