January 28
Companions of the Way (Morning)Pensa che questo dì mai non raggiorna.
THE element of illusion lends all its force to hide the values of present time. Who is he that does not always find himself doing something less than his best task? "What are you doing?" "Oh, nothing; I have been doing thus, or I shall do so and so, but now I am only—" Ah, poor dupe, will you never slip out of the web of the master juggler,—never learn that, as soon as the irrecoverable years have woven their blue glory between to-day and us, these passing hours shall glitter and draw us, as the wildest romance and the homes of beauty and poetry?
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
THE NIGHT'S REST