'tis Time, My Friend, 'tis

Sad That Our Finest Aspiration, Our Freshest Dreams And Meditations, In Swift Succession Should Decay, Like Autumn Leaves That Rot Away.

I Do Not Like Moscow Life. You Live Here Not As You Want To Live, But As Old Women Want You To.

It Is Better To Have Dreamed A Thousand Dreams That Never Were Than Never To Have Dreamed At All.

I Have Outlasted All Desire, My Dreams And I Have Grown Apart; My Grief Alone Is Left Entire, The Gleamings Of An Empty Heart. The Storms Of Ruthless Dispensation Have Struck My Flowery Garland Numb, I Live In Lonely Desolation And Wonder When My End Will Come. Thus On A Naked Tree-limb, Blasted By Tardy Winter's Whistling Chill, A Single Leaf Which Has Outlasted Its Season Will Be Trembling Still.

Play Interests Me Very Much," Said Hermann: "but I Am Not In The Position To Sacrifice The Necessary In The Hope Of Winning The Superfluous.