The days come and go but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.
Ralph Waldo EmersonSociety is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding.
Ralph Waldo EmersonWhen summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.
Ralph Waldo Emerson