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.

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.

Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.

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

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.

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