If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great-grandfather was a Pirate.
No symphony orchestra ever played music like a two-year-old girl laughing with a puppy.
Books had instant replay long before televised sports.
September tries its best to have us forget summer.
Ideas are like wandering sons. They show up when you least expect them.