Men are imprisoned all day in the routine, but when the evening comes, they gravitate to their own.
Here are three young fellows who work at the same desk. They are fellow clerks in the same city office.
You will find all of them at the desk during the day; but the question is, where will you find them at night?
You will find one of them in the dancehall, that most uninspiring of all haunts.
You will find one at home with his few prized books around him, superbly happy in his Shakespeare or his Stevenson.
You will find one down in the mission-hall, enthusiastic over his Boys' Brigade.
What is your company?
Where do you gravitate?
When you can follow your own sweet will, where will it lead?
Say to yourself when work is done tomorrow, "Being let go, I go to my own company"-and then thank God for it, or be ashamed.
~George H. Morrison~