The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.

I grew up on this lake. It's in my blood.

I don't know of any lake that has been on the impaired waters list that has been taken off.

It was that time of dusk when there is a—deepening of the interior shadows. It is a melancholy time: all you need do is switch on one lamp and the inside and the outside will separate, held apart by the reflections in the glass, and evening will begin.

It is the nature of truth to struggle to the light.

I have always maintained that the one important phenomenon presented by modern society is - the enormous prosperity of Fools.