In every parting there is an image of death.
Oh, child, men's men: gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness.
Say "I love you" to those you love. The eternal silence is long enough to be silent in, and that awaits us all.
Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it?
History repeats itself.
College mostly makes people like bladders-just good for nothing but t'hold the stuff as is poured into 'em.