There is something wrong about the man who wants help. There is somewhere a defect, a want, in brief, a need, a crying need, somewhere about that man.
To give aid to every poor man is far beyond the power and the advantage of any private person. For the riches of any private person are wholly inadequate to meet such a call.
In the absence of God he had found Man. Man killing man, man helping man, both of them anonymous: the scourge and the blessing.
In real life, help is given out of friendship, or it is not valued; it is received from the hand of friendship, or it is resented.