If time be of all things the most precious wasting time must be the greatest prodigality.
If they had a social gospel in the days of the prodigal son somebody would have given him a bed and a sandwich and he never would have gone home.
Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.
Little things seem nothing but they give peace like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.