To me, it seems the only pleasure in this world worth having is the joy we derive from living for those we love, and those we can help.

I hope you are not angry with me." Philip sat silently looking far away, with deep thought in his eyes.
"You are angry," faltered Elnora.
His look came back to her as she knelt before him among the flowers and he gazed at her steadily.
"No doubt I should be," he said, "but the fact is I am not.

I cannot understand a life purely for personal pleasure myself.

But she is only a girl, and this is her playtime.

When she is a woman in her own home, then she will be different, will she not ?" Elnora never resembled her mother so closely as when she answered that question.
"I would have to be well acquainted with her to know, but I should hope so.