How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!