beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water
No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.
What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner.
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men...
A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.