It is an arbitrary distinction of our day.

To complain of the intrusion of that black-yellow flag and foul smoke-line on the lake underneath us is preposterous, since, as you behold, the heavens make no protestation.

Let us up.

There is comfort in exercise, even for an ancient creature such as I am.

This mountain is my brother, and flatters me not--I am old." "Take my arm, dear Agostino," said the youth.
"Never, my lad, until I need it.