The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour, In darkness, and beyond thy power. Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine: One hour alone is in thy hands,- The NOW on which the shadow stands.
Henry Van DykeAs long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.
Henry Van Dyke