Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!
Youth is stranger than fiction.
Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.
There's little comfort in the wise