There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.
Alas, summer sun can't last forever. The days will grow cooler and shorter, and our skin will once again pale.
These Days I'm feeling real good.
Arbeit ist oft die einzige Erholung von der Last des Daseins.
Last words are only words.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.