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.

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.

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.

His face was filled with broken commandments.

Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.

But he has gone, A nation's memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.