My sorrow, when shes here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. – Robert Frost
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The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism its egotism. – Robert Frost
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The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work. – Robert Frost
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