“The rich bird comes swishing, comes flaunting; the poor bird–and patience is a poor bird, which does not come parading and posturing but comes like a soft breeze and the incorruptible essence of a quiet spirit. Patience is a poor art, and yet it is very long. Who learned it properly from life–who had the …
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