It cast a gloom over the boat, there being no mustard. We ate our beef in silence. – Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog), 1889
Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in reverie. – Henry David Thoreau
That is why the analogy of stealing does not work. With a thief, we want to know how much money he stole, and from whom. With the artist it is not how much he took and from whom, but what he did with it. – Lukas Foss
