It tore me up inside not to be here during the storm.

Why does God endow us with compassion?

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.

One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?

The moment is supreme.