All the months are crude experiments out of which the perfect September is made.

“Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. --Bernard, The Wa…”

“He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the…”

“Vain trifles as they seem, clothes change our view of the world and the world’s…”

“Tragedies come in the hungry hours.”