|Lillian Russell (1860? ~1922)|
The poet Rainer Maria Rilke, too. 1875. And brilliant writer, historian Thomas Carlyle. 1795. Write these words of his into your little book:
"Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through, and you make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as you will."
|Rose Wilder Lane 1886 ~ 1968|
Oh well. All these December babies have finished their work. I haven't and it won't get done if I keep sitting here typing about dead people.
"Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness." Thos. Carlyle, birthday dude.