It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.

It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

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.

Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.