Stand Up During Supper And Walk Outdoors,

Perhaps The Same Bird Echoed Through Both Of Us Yesterday, Seperate, In The Evening.

There Is Time Only To Work Slowly There Is No Time Not To Love

It Almost Seems As If Autumn Were The True Creator, More Creative Than The Spring, Which Is Too Even-toned, More Creative When It Comes With Its Will-to-change And Shatters The Much Too Ready-made, Self-satisfied And Really Almost Bourgeois-complacent Image Of Summer.

Resolve To Be Always Beginning-to Be A Beginner!

Ah, How Good It Is To Be Among People Who Are Reading!