A new day is but a renewal of that which is past, and an affirmation of that yet to come …
The present is but a transiton, the spinning moment that makes the future the past, like passing perfume .
Youth is but the future of the babe, and the past of the aged, to be enjoyed only past its prime
Time, hindsight, love, life, all are like summer wine – tastier in autumn, but to be prepared only in springtime!