my friends plunged into a borderless sea of reminiscences and personal news.

There's some herb that's good for everybody, except for them that thinks they're sick when they ain't.

Life was resumed, and anxious living blew away as if it had not been. I could not breathe deep enough or long enough. It was a return to happiness.

There was a patient look on the old man's face, as if the world were a great mistake and he had nobody with whom to speak his own language or find companionship.

I've found that people who look at things as they are, and not as they wish them to be, are the ones who succeed.

my friends plunged into a borderless sea of reminiscences and personal news.

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.