A Bill is paid by some when due, some when overdue, and some never do.

A Bill travels through the mail at twice the speed of checks.

Dust is mud with the juice squeezed out

Dust is just a country accent.

Dust is a protective coating for fine furniture.

Dust is insidious interloping particles of evil that turn a home into a battle zone.

Feeling is all; name is sound and smoke veiling heaven's splendour.

Feeling is where our rules of conduct should originate; not conscience, for conscience is a sophist. Whatever we feel to be good is good. Whatever we feel to be evil is evil.

Feeling is best mixed with reason — Feeling without judgment is a washy draught indeed; but Judgment untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.

Feeling is one of the mind's strictly rational functions; together with thinking, the mind can balance rationality's global and analytic aspects.

Grief is a room without doors.

Grief is the essence of humanity — Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Grief is a great struggle — grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Grief is a developer of the powers of the mind.