THERE once lived in Greece a very wise man whose name was Socrates. Young men from all parts of the land went to him to learn wisdom from  him; and he said so many pleasant things, and said them in so delightful a way, that no one ever grew tired of listening to him.
One summer he built himself a house, but it was so small that his neighbors wondered how he could be content with it.
"What is the reason," said they, "that you, who are so great a man, should build such a little box as this for your dwelling house?"
"Indeed, there may be little reason," said he; "but, small as the place is, I shall think myself happy if I can fill even it with true friends."