The days that make us happy make us wise

Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.

Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

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.

My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.

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.