I Have An Appetite For Silence.

Superiority To Fate Is Difficult To Gain 'tis Not Conferred Of Any But Possible To Earn.

There Is A Solitude Of Space. A Solitude Of Sea. A Solitude Of Death, But These Societies Shall Be Compared With That Profounder Site-that Polar Privacy. A Soul Admitted To Itself--finite Infinity.

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night

Behavior Is What A Man Does, Not What He Thinks, Feels, Or Believes.