Writing Is Learning To Say Nothing, More

Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company Twice As Bad.

Before A Day Was Over, Home Comes The Rover, For Mother's Kiss - Sweeter This Than Any Other Thing!

Does Not The Latent Feeling That Much Of Their Striving Is To No Purpose Tend To Infuse Large Quantities Of Sham Into Men's Work?

Tantarrara! The Joyous Book Of Spring Lies Open, Writ In Blossoms.

Round The World And Home Again, That's The Sailor's Way!