Does Not All The Blood Within Me

Not Enjoyment, And Not Sorrow, Is Our Destined End Or Way; But To Act, That Each Tomorrow Find Us Farther Than Today.

The Bravest Are The Tenderest.

My Soul Is Full Of Longing For The Secret Of The Sea

Age Is Opportunity No Less Than Youth Itself.

Not Chance Of Birth Or Place Has Made Us Friends, Being Oftentimes Of Different Tongues And Nations, But The Endeavor For The Selfsame Ends, With The Same Hopes, And Fears, And Aspirations.