It does last," Horace said. "Spring does. You'd almost think there was some purpose to it.

Well, I’m already hoping there could be a dinner where you don’t try to stab me with your fork,” he said.

“You might need to make your peace with disappointment.

The less you expect from people the less chance of disappointment!

I'd never been a big fan of disappointment.

I must be cruel only to be kind

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.