Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.
Life must go on, Though good men die.
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother."