“Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them flame; silent and whist The drooping cherry orchards of October Like mournful pennons hang their shriveling leaves Russet and orange: all things now decay; Long since ye garnered in your autumn sheaves, And sad the robins pipe at set of day.” LongSeemsLandAll ThingsBlueSilentWoodsFlamesAutumnDecayHungSoberOrangeVeilsMistPipeOctoberFrostCherriesRobinsOrchard Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“People always say be true to yourself. But that’s misleading, because there are two selves. There’s your short term self, and there’s your long term self. And if you’re only true to your short term self, your long term self slowly decays.” PeopleIfsLongTwoSelfTermBeing TrueLong TermDecayShort TermMisleadBe True To YourselfTrue To Yourself Book:Humans of New York: Stories Source: Humans of New York: Stories