To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

Into each life some rain must fall.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.