God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.

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.

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

God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.

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

Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.

Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.