For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn...
For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn...
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
Young women... you are, in my opinion, disgracefully ignorant. You have never made a discovery of any sort of importance. You have never shaken an empire or led an army into battle. The plays by Shakespeare are not by you, and you have never introduced a barbarous race to the blessings of civilization. What is your excuse.
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