To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.

She tore the ACL in January, and was back in the team camp in June. That was an inspiration to the other girls and gave them a lot of confidence.

The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.