Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

"The child is the father of the man."

William Wordsworth

"Rest and be thankful."

William Wordsworth

"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