People Are Inexterminable - Like Flies And

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.

The Rose Is A Rose, And Was Always A Rose. But The Theory Now Goes That The Apple's A Rose.

I Have Been One Acquainted With The Night. I Have Walked Out In Rain - And Back In Rain. I Have Outwalked The Furthest City Light. I Have Looked Down The Saddest City Lane. I Have Passed By The Watchman On His Beat And Dropped My Eyes, Unwilling To Explain.

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.

College Is A Refuge From Hasty Judgment.