...unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

For truth and the spirit will abide with the morrow.

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.

These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.

The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.

Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?