March

Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour. We go forth austere, dedicated, believing in the iron links of Destiny, and will not turn on our heel to save our life: but a book, or a bust, or only the sound of a name, shoots a spark through the nerves, and we suddenly believe in will… – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Representative Men: Seven Lectures, “IV: Montaigne; Or, the

February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March. – J.R. Stockton

February makes a bridge and March breakes it. – Witts Recreations, Selected from the Finest Fancies of Moderne Muses, with a Tho