Fate Loves The Fearless.

Slow Are The Steps Of Freedom, But Her Feet Turn Never Backward.

But Life Is Sweet, Though All That Makes It Sweet. Lessen Like Sound Of Friends Departing Feet; And Death Is Beautiful As Feet Of Friend. Coming With Welcome At Our Journey's End.

There Is Nothing So Desperately Monotonous As The Sea, And I No Longer Wonder At The Cruelty Of Pirates.

My Soul Is Not A Palace Of The Past.

What Men Prize Most Is A Privilege, Even If It Be That Of Chief Mourner At A Funeral.