The hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowded with fruition.
Oliver GoldsmithIll fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,- A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Oliver Goldsmith