As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThough the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowNature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow