May-Day is never allowed to pass in this community without profuse lamentations over the tardiness of our spring as compared with that of England and the poets. – Thomas Wentworth Higginson, “April Days,” 1861
I smile when I look back at the troubles that have strengthened me. What seems to be insurmountable struggles then are now beautiful ornaments illuminating my soul. – Dodinsky, www.dodinsky.com