And in every beginning there dwells a magic.
And in every beginning there dwells a magic.
By the same author and on kindred topics.
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
We let our pleasant days slip by unnoticed; only when bad days come do we wish the others back.
The first forty years of life give us the text; the next thirty supply the commentary on it.
Let every act, word and thought of yours be such as if you might depart from life this very moment.