You who so plod amid serious things that you feel it shame to give yourself up even for a few short moments to mirth and joyousness in the land of Fancy; you who think that life hath not to do with innocent laughter that can harm no one; these pages are not for you.
Howard Pyle(H)ope, be it never so faint, bringeth a gleam into darkness, like a little rushlight that costeth but a groat.
Howard PyleSo passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.
Howard Pyle