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

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?

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.

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.

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

So death obscures your gentle form, So memory strives to make the darkness bright; And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies, Part of the island till the planet ends, My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise, Part of this crag this bitter surge offends, While I, who pass, a little obscure thing, War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.

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.