Even Pain pricks to livelier living. - Amy Lowell

This is America,
This vast, confused beauty,
This staring, restless speed of loveliness,
Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms,
Making grandeur out of profusion,
Afraid of no incongruities,
Sublime in its audacity,
Bizarre breaker of moulds,
Laughing with strength,
Charging down on the past,
Glorious and conquering,
Destroyer, builder,
Invincible pith and marrow of the world,
An old world remaking,
Whirling into the no-world of all-colored light.

His youth had scarcely melted into manhood

A motor-car cuts a swathe through the bright air, sharp-beaked, irresistible, shouting to the wind to make way.