The wealthiest man among us is the best

As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?

The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

For all things are less dreadful than they seem.

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.