I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.

In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

The days that make us happy make us wise

In the power and splendor of the universe, inspiration waits for the millions to come. Man has only to strive for it. Poems greater than the Iliad, plays greater than Macbeth, stories more engaging than Don Quixote await their seeker and finder.

Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.

My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.