A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones.
This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion, Afraid of no incongruities, Sublime in its audacity, Bizarre breaker of moulds.
How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?