Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth

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

His face was filled with broken commandments.

In the dark room where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir, But through the death of some of her.

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.

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

Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.