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.
There's been a lot of firsts this year.
In questions of science, the authority of a thousand is not worth the humble reasoning of a single individual.
(February 15, 1564 - January 08, 1642)
I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time.