I Shall Have More To Say When

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.

Shake The Tree Of Life Itself And Bring Down Fruits Unheard Of.

The Typical Entrepreneur Is No Longer The Bold And Tireless Man Of Marshall, Or The Sly And Rapacious Moneybags Of Marx, But A Mass Of Inert Shareholders, Indistinguishable From Rentiers, Who Employ Salaried Managers To Run Their Concerns.

And Thus We All Are Nighing The Truth We Fear To Know: Death Will End Our Crying For Friends That Come And Go.

The Stillness Of October Gold Went Out Like Beauty From A Face.