If We Must Die, O Let Us

Idealism Is Like A Castle In The Air If It Is Not Based On A Solid Foundation Of Social And Political Realism.

I Know The Dark Delight Of Being Strange, The Penalty Of Difference In The Crowd, The Loneliness Of Wisdom Among Fools.

If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.

And, Hungry For The Old, Familiar Ways, I Turned Aside And Bowed My Head And Wept.

Adventure-seasoned And Storm-buffeted, I Shun All Signs Of Anchorage, Because The Zest Of Life Exceeds The Bound Of Laws.