“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.”
“To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair”
“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.”
“Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.”
“Back then, he'd have to leave at the end of August for the start of school, so the week before Labor Day became it's own tiny season of gloom, like a hundred Sunday nights crowded together.”
“How strange this mass of ancient treasuresMementoes of past pains and pleasures;These volumes, clasped with costly stone,With print all faded, gilding gone”