Tis done! Dread Winter spreads his latest glooms,— George Thompson Hutchinson
And reigns tremendous o’er the conquered year.
How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!
How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends
His desolate domain. Behold fond man!
See here thy pictured life: pass some few years,
Thy flowering spring, thy summer’s ardent strength,
Thy sober autumn fading into age,
And pale concluding winter comes at last.
A book is meant to be read from beginning to end but it’s best understood from end to beginning—Winston Church
When all is done, the help of good counsel is that which setteth business straight.— Francis Bacon
My father’s friend came once to tea.
He laughed and talked. He spoke to me.
But in another week they said
That friendly pink-faced man was dead.
“How sad . .” they said, “the best of men . .”— Frances Cornford
So I said too, “How sad”; but then
Deep in my heart I thought with pride,
“I know a person who has died.”
The wise man will commit no business of importance to a proxy when he may do it himself.— Roger L’Estrange
The more business a man has to do, the more he is able to accomplish; for he learns to economize his time.— Judge Hale
So begins the day,
Solid, chill, and gray,
But my heart will wake
Happy for your sake;
No more tossed and wild,
Singing like a child,
Quiet as a flower
In this first gray hour.
So my heart will wake— Frances Darwin Cornford
Happy, for your sake.