His face was filled with broken commandments.

In the power and splendor of the universe, inspiration waits for the millions to come. Man has only to strive for it. Poems greater than the Iliad, plays greater than Macbeth, stories more engaging than Don Quixote await their seeker and finder.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.

I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.

I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.