What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment. You must wait around until the idea comes. I have no time to listen to such nonsense. But when the trees bow down their heads. Rossetti 30 Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Youth is like spring, an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes.