Freud Was Way Off Base In Considering

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow, Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief... Retard The Sun With Gentle Mist; Enchant The Land With Amethyst.

Our Life Runs Down In Sending Up The Clock. The Brook Runs Down In Sending Up Our Life. The Sun Runs Down In Sending Up The Brook. And There Is Something Sending Up The Sun.

To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

How Are We To Write The Russian Novel In America As Long As Life Goes So Unterribly?

The Fact Is The Sweetest Dream That Labor Knows.