A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather that my spark would burn out in a brilliant blaze than be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.