The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late, They touch the shining hills of day; The evil cannot brook delay, The good can well afford to wait, Give ermined knaves their hour of crime; Yet have the future grand and great, The safe appeal of Truth to Time!
All the windows of my heart I open to the day.
Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.
And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.