Well, the world has a million writers. One would think, then, that good thought would be as familiar as air and water, and the gifts of each new hour would exclude the last. Yet we can count all our good books; nay, I remember any beautiful verse for twenty years.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThere the great Planter plants Of fruitful worlds the grain, And with a million spells enchants The souls that walk in pain.
Ralph Waldo Emerson