Today is the blocks with which we build.
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
Life like an empty dream flits by.
But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that were worse, and the the worse, the nearer they are to mend.
The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.