However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so hard as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find fault in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps has some exciting, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse.

The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as bringtly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early as this morning in the spring. I don't see but a quiet mind will live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town's poor seem to me live in the most independed live of any.
Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change we change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.