He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.
It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.
Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.
Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.