Don't think me rude because I say it.

I often think we are shabby to one another because, in the strife, we do not frankly say when we are helped by seeing the brave fight that some one else is making." They had stopped by the gate, for he was going one way and she and the little ones another.

Two strong young firs, with snow upon their shelving branches, formed gateposts.

The long broad road was white as their footpath had been.
Sophia answered: "There is no virtue in what I do, for, had I the choice, I certainly should not be their nursemaid." "Do you know," he said, "I think when we see life in its reality, instead of in its seeming, we shall find that the greatest deeds have been done just because their doers believe that they could not do otherwise." "I don't see that.

If circumstances shut us up to doing certain things, there is no virtue in doing them.