As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people.
It's a funny thing about looking for things. If you hunt for a needle in a haystack you don't find it. If you don't give a darn whether you ever see the needle or not it runs into you the first time you lean against the stack.
A little bit added to what you've already got gives you a little bit more.
The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.