My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.
In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes.
Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing.
Humans consist of body, mind and imagination. Our bodies are faulty, our minds untrustworthy, but our imagination has made us remarkable.
Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.