Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes, The halls of dazzling light.

Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is toil.

The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride; The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside; The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend; This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.

Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice; But for those who Love, Time is not. - Henry Jackson van Dyke,

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.