the friend in need is the one who is the friend in deed; ... if people were not friends in need, there was every likelihood that they never would be friends again in any conditions that might obtain.

the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.

Be sure that you are right; and then go ahead.

Nature always levies her tribute.

What was money that it should make such dreadful things of men and women?

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.