The People I Want To Hear About

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

Nature's First Green Is Gold, Her Hardest Hue To Hold. Her Early Leaf's A Flower; But Only So An Hour. Then Leaf Subsides To Leaf. So Eden Sank To Grief, So Dawn Goes Down To Day. Nothing Gold Can Stay.

Courage Is In The Air In Bracing Whiffs Better Than All The Stalemate An's And Ifs.

Our Very Life Depends On Everything's Recurring Till We Answer From Within.

Than Smoke And Mist Who Better Could Appraise The Kindred Spirit Of An Inner Haze?