Freedom Is When You Are Easy In

The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.

College Is A Refuge From Hasty Judgment.

I Do Not See Why I Should E’er Turn Back, Or Those Should Not Set Forth Upon My Track To Overtake Me, Who Should Miss Me Here And Long To Know If Still I Held Them Dear. They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew — Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away

End Is A Gloomy Word.