In The Evening Everything Has A Schedule,

The Winter Does What It Can For Its Children.

The Summer Demands And Takes Away Too Much. /but Night, The Reserved, The Reticent, Gives More Than It Takes

In The Evening Everything Has A Schedule, If You Can Find Out What It Is.

Where Then Shall Hope And Fear Their Objects Find?

The Promise Of Learning Is A Delusion.... Tomorrow Would Alter The Sense Of What Had Already Been Learned, That The Learning Process Is Extended In This Way, So That From This Standpoint None Of Us Ever Graduates From College, For Time Is An Emulsion, And Probably Thinking Not To Grow Up Is The Brightest Kind Of Maturity For Us, Right Now At Any Rate.