Make The Most Of Time, It Flies

Come My Little One, And Give Me Your Hand.

Theories Are Usually The Over-hasty Efforts Of An Impatient Understanding That Would Gladly Be Rid Of Phenomena, And So Puts In Their Place Pictures, Notions, Nay, Often Mere Words.

Tomorrow Sees Undone, What Happens Not To-day; Still Forward Press, Nor Never Tire! The Possible, With Steadfast Trust, Resolve Should Be By The Forelock Grasp. Then She Will Ne'er Let Go Her Clasp, And Labors On, Because She Must.

Alas! Sorrow From Happiness Is Oft Evolved.

Unlimited Activity, Of Whatever Kind, Must End In Bankruptcy.