Hard To Sit Here And Be Close

I'll Drink Your Champagne. I'll Drink Every Drop Of It, I Don't Care If It Kills Me.

I Want To Know You Moved And Breathed In The Same World With Me.

I Was Rather Literary In College—one Year I Wrote A Series Of Very Solemn And Obvious Editorials For The 'yale News.'—and Now I Was Going To Bring Back All Such Things Into My Life And Become Again That Most Limited Of All Specialists, The 'well-rounded Man.' This Isn’t Just An Epigram—life Is Much More Successfully Looked At From A Single Window, After All.

But They Were Frightened At His Survivant Will, Once A Will To Live, Now Become A Will To Die.

A New Generation Dedicated More Than The Last To The Fear Of Poverty And The Worship Of Success; Grown Up To Find All Gods Dead, All Wars Fought, All Faiths In Man Shaken...