Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.
(July 24, 1842 - January 11, 1914)
Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Night dew clings to the soil and makes plants glisten. Birds call to one another. Bees are already at work.
I didn't want to fizzle out. I had to keep going, like a little Shetland pony.
(May 28, 1968 - )
If I were a grave-digger or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment
(January 03, 1803 - June 08, 1857)
There's less violence in the world when people are using Hula-Hoops.