Twas on October third he ask’d the date – By calendar, not for a date, I mean. ‘Twas two weeks later when we spake again.

Despite my excellent mood, I don’t have any sympathy for Romney. If he’d been a good candidate he wouldn’t have had a different campaign for every month on the calendar.

My wife’s jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.

Death keeps no calendar.

There are two days in my calendar: This day and that Day.

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.