Good luck is the willing handmaid of upright, energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.

To genius life never grows commonplace.

Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it.

It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

To me it seems not unreasonable to find a re-enforcement of optimism, a renewal of courage and hope, in the modern theory that man has mounted to what he is from the lowest step of potentiality, through toilsome grades of ever-expanding existence, even thought it have been by a spiral stairway, mainly dark or dusty, with loop-holes at long intervals only, and these granting but a narrow and one-sided view.

May is a pious fraud of the almanac.