Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams into a common light of common hours, until old age bring the red flare again.
Then he struggled with the mind; His proud heart he left behind. Now his wars on God begin; At stroke of midnight God shall win. Supernatural Songs, IX, The Four Ages of Man.
I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.
You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was young; What else have I to spur me into song?