What An Exciting Age It Is We

There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of Like Scared People.

Don't Ever Take A Fence Down Until You Know Why It Was Put Up.

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

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Thy Leaves Have Ripened To The Fall; Tomorrow's Wind, If It Be Wild, Should Waste Them All. The Crows Above The Forest Call; Tomorrow They May Form And Go. O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow. Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief. Hearts Not Averse To Being Beguiled, Beguile Us In The Way You Know. Release One Leaf At Break Of Day; At Noon Release Another Leaf; One From Our Trees, One Far Away.