The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crispèd and sere—
The leaves they were withering and sere:
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year.

Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.