Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!

I Know Not How It Is, But During A Voyage I Collect Books As A Ship Does Barnacles.

To Be Strong Is To Be Happy!

Very Hot And Still The Air Was, Very Smooth The Gliding River, Motionless The Sleeping Shadows.

Nature Paints Not; In Oils, But Frescoes The Great Dome Of Heaven; With Sunsets, And The Lovely Forms Of Clouds; And Flying Vapors.

All That Is Best In The Great Poets Of All Countries Is Not What Is National In Them, But What Is Universal.