Life’s actions do not appear to us in the same colours when viewed in the noontide glare and in the evening’s twilight. Little things in our treatment of others, which at the times, under the crosslights of emulation and rivalry or in the excitement of business and social life, do not seem wrong, when seen from the shadows of final separation or great grief, fill us with shame and regret. This after view is by far the truest. After thoughts are the wiser thoughts. We get the most faithful representation of life in retrospect. The things we regret in such an hour are things we ought not to have done. The things we wish then we had done are things we ought to have done. There could be no better test of life’s actions than the question, “How will this appear when I look back upon it from the end? Will it give me pleasure or pain?”