Youth is stranger than fiction.
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!
Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.