“Again I resume the longlesson: how small a thingcan be pleasing, how littlein this hard world it takesto satisfy the mindand bring it to its rest.”
“The sun kept on with its slipping away, and I thought how many small good things in the world might be resting on the shoulders of something terrible.”
“Master, I love how you make me feel. I love how you hurt me." She gasped again at a hard tug. "I'm here for you, Sir, to please you.”
“Because how could I rest, when the world is so cruel and hard, and yet might be so sweet.”
“I'm easy to please and hard to satisfy.”
“Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to talk of you as they please.”