Silence is more musical than any song.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.