What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Nathaniel HawthorneI wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.
Nathaniel HawthorneI find myself at the extremity of a long beach. How gladly does the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is the Oceanโs voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it.
Nathaniel Hawthorne