Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy.