The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit – William Cullen Bryant
Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit. – Matthew Arnold
Consul – in American politics, a person who having failed to secure an office from the people is given one by the Administration on condition that he leave the country. – Ambrose Bierce
Whatever Im doing, Im in that moment and Im doing it. The rest of the worlds lost. If Im cooking some food or making soup, I want it to be lovely. If not, whats the point of doing it? – Sade Adu
