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

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.

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.

Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.

Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.

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

I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.