O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

Poetry, like love, is something we never truly say goodbye to.

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

Our aspirations are our responsibilities.

There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.