Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

It had nothing to do with rust. (Sunday), (the Steelers) had the breaks, they played well. They played well enough to win.

In another week all the rust should be off, ... I felt it a little bit, but you're always going to feel a little bit by coming in like that at the end.

I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here is the sense of it: 'What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.'

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.