My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

The Only Thing A Man Knows Is Himself.

Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of Time Is England. England!

I Have Learned To Prize The Quiet, Lightning Deed, Not The Applauding Thunder At Its Heels That Men Call Fame.

It Is A Characteristic Of Pleasure That We Can Never Recognize It To Be Pleasure Till After It Is Gone.

Stirling, Like A Huge Brooch, Clasps Highlands And Lowlands Together.