I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.
Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first; Be not discouraged - keep on - there are divine things, well envelop'd; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.
Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.