"Pressed into service means pressed out of shape." — Robert Frost

One aged man - one man - can't fill a house.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

The artist in me cries out for design.

If you don't know how great this country is, I know someone who does; Russia.