Call a truce, then, to our labors — let us feast with friends and neighbors, and be merry as the custom of our caste; for if faint and forced the laughter, and if sadness follow after, we are richer by one mocking Christmas past. – Rudyard Kipling
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves Its pretty, but is it Art? – Rudyard Kipling