It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
The music teacher came twice a week to bridge the awful gap between Dorothy and Chopin.
Familiarity breeds contentment.
It isn't how long you stick around but what you put over while you are here.
Every Man is the Architect of his own Fortunes, but the Neighbours superintend the Construction.
Mark Twain said (particularly about Pink Marsh): "I have been reading him again, and my admiration overflows all limits. ... How effortless the limning! It is as if the work did itself, without help of the master's hand."