Time And Tide Wait For No Man,

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.

You Can Be A Little Ungrammatical If You Come From The Right Part Of The Country.

The Only Way Around Is Through.

Everyone Asks For Freedom For Himself, The Man Free Love, The Businessman Free Trade, The Writer And Talker Free Speech And Free Press.

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. It Is This Backward Motion Toward The Source, Against The Stream, That Most We See Ourselves In, The Tribute Of The Current To The Source. It Is From This In Nature We Are From. It Is Most Us.