The child is the father of the man.

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."

William Wordsworth

"Habit rules the unreflecting herd."

William Wordsworth

"Rest and be thankful."

William Wordsworth