I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

To be alive──is Power.

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.