Peace be with all the world! My blessing on my friends! My forgiveness to my enemies! For I am in the realm of quiet! - Nathaniel Hawthorne

A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.

We have yet to learn again the forgotten art of gayety.

It was as if she had been made afresh out of new elements, and must perforce be permitted to live her own life and be a law unto herself without her eccentricities being reckoned to her for a crime.