Life

Life is like beautiful and winding lane, on either side brigh flowers, beautiful butterflies, and tempting fruits, which we scarcely pause to admire or taste; so eager are we to hasten to an opening which we imagine will be more beautiful still. But by degrees, as we advance , the trees grow bleak, the flowers and butterflies fail, the fruits disappear, and we find we have arrived at a desert waste. Therefore, while we are wandering down the lane of life, let us stop here and therre and look at the flowers and the butterflies, and let us taste the delicious fruits. After all, what is the hurry?