He had become enveloped in the Indian Summer of the Soul. - O. Henry

But in the case of human beings, friendship is a transitory art, subject to discontinuance without further notice.

What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.