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

I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.

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?

In the dark room where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir, But through the death of some of her.

Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.

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