Albert Bigelow Paine,
The Bread Line: A Story of a Paper
“ If I was dazzled for a time by the fair colors in the sky,—if I seized your hand, and with you and Barry and Perny and Van and the Colonel went racing down the wet meadows for the pot of gold,—it does not mean that I am any the less glad to wake up now and find that life is something better than all that; that true life lies in doing conscientiously whatever we can do best; that such dreams only serve to make our best work better, and that still better than all of these is youth and love—our youth, True, and our love for each other. ”
