I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!

Till I loved I never lived.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.