"Happiness is a gift, not a prize.

It comes seldom enough to those who seek it." He laughed scornfully.
"I am not a seeker," he cried.

"I possess.

It seems to me that all the beautiful things of life are here to-night.

Listen! Do you hear the sea, the full tide sweeping softly up into the land, a long drawn out undernote of breathless harmonies, the rustling of leaves there in the elm trees, the faint night wind, like the murmuring of angels?
Lift your head! Was there anything ever sweeter than the perfume from that hedge of honeysuckle?
What can a man want more than these things--and--" "Go on!" "And the woman he loves! There, I have said it.