The young do not know enough to be prudent, and so they attempt the impossible, and achieve it, generation after generation. - Pearl S. Buck

She rose and washed and dressed herself and braided her hair freshly, and having made her room neat for the day she went into the peach-tree garden. It lay in the silence of the spring morning. Under the early sun the dew still hung in a bright mist on the grass, and the pool in the center of the garden was brimming its stone walls. The water was clear and the fish were flashing their golden sides near the surface. The great low-built house that surrounded the garden was still in sleep. Birds twittered in the eaves undisturbed and a small Pekingese dog slept on the threshold like a small lioness.

As for New York City, it is a place apart. There is not its match in any other country in the world.

Nothing is menial where there is love.