With Little Art, Clear Wit And Sense

Old Age Is Never Honored Among Us, But Only Indulged, As Childhood Is; And Old Men Lose One Of The Most Precious Rights Of Man,--that Of Being Judged By Their Peers.

Riches Amassed In Haste Will Diminish; But Those Collected By Hand And Little By Little Will Multiply.

The Day Is For Mistake And Error, Sequence Of Time For Success And Carrying Out. The One Who Anticipates Is Master Of The Day.

The Bed Of Flowers Loosens Amain, The Beauteous Snowdrops Droop O'er The Plain. The Crocus Opens Its Glowing Bud, Like Emeralds Others, Others, Like Blood. With Saucy Gesture Primroses Flare, And Roguish Violets, Hidden With Care; And Whatsoever There Stirs And Strives, The Spring's Contented, If Works And Thrives.

Enthusiasm Is Of The Greatest Value, So Long As We Are Not Carried Away By It.