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

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

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.

It is too maddening. I've got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, 3 hours in a seasick steamer, & after being heartily sick, I'll have to speak 3 times, & then be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England?

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.

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.