WHAT I DO
What was the art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element
which is life itself – life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, to sweet to lose.
~ Willa Cather ~
Look well to this day for it and it alone is life.
In its brief course lie all the essence of your existence:
The Glory of Growth
The Satisfaction of Achievement
The Splendor of Beauty
For yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is but a vision.
But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
And tomorrow a vision of hope.
Fifth Century Indian poet