To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.
Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.
You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.
Forever is comprised of nows.
Till I loved I never lived.