Discontent Is Want Of Self-reliance; It Is

The World Leaves No Track In Space, And The Greatest Action Of Man No Mark In The Vast Idea.

There Was Never A Child So Lovely But His Mother Was Glad To Get Him To Sleep.

Every Genuine Work Of Art Has As Much Reason For Being As The Earth And The Sun.

It All Begins When The Soul Would Have Its Way With You.

The Sea, Washing The Equator And The Poles, Offers Its Perilous Aid, And The Power And Empire That Follow It... ''beware Of Me,'' It Says, ''but If You Can Hold Me, I Am The Key To All The Lands.