“Dost thou love life? Then do not squander Time; for that’s the Stuff Life is made of.”
– Poor Richard’s Almanack, 1746
“Wish not so much to live long as to live well.”
– ​Poor Richard’s Almanack, 1738
“Until you value yourself, you won’t value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it.”
– M. Scott Peck
“Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.”
– ​Henry Austin Dobson
The Forgotten Grave
Out from the city’s dust and roar,
You wandered through the open door;
Paused at a plaything pail and spade
Across a tiny hillock laid;
Then noted on your dexter side
Some moneyed mourner’s “love or pride;”
And so,—beyond a hawthorn-tree,
Showering its rain of rosy bloom
Alike on low and lofty tomb,—
You came upon it—suddenly.
How strange! The very grasses’ growth
Around it seemed forlorn and loath;
The very ivy seemed to turn
Askance that wreathed the neighbor urn.
The slab had sunk; the head declined,
And left the rails a wreck behind.
No name; you traced a “6,”—a “7,”—
Part of “affliction” and of “Heaven;”
And then, in letters sharp and clear,
You read—O Irony austere!—
“Tho’ lost to Sight, to Mem’ry dear.”
Henry Austin Dobson
