Coleman D. Ross

But sometimes when the springtime comes
and sifting moonlight falls,
they’ll think again of this night here
and of these old brown walls.
Of white Old Well and old South,
with bells and booming tone,
they’ll think again of Chapel Hill
and – thinking – come back home.

-- Thomas Wolfe (UNC Class of 1920)

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and to see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

-- Henry David Thoreau,
Walden, or Life in the Woods