Love Lives On, And Hath A Power

O Visionary World, Condition Strange, Where Naught Abiding Is But Only Change.

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

The Sentimentalist Does Not Think Of What He Does So Much As Of What The World Will Think Of What He Does.

The Time Is Ripe, And Rotten-ripe, For Change.

To Have Greatly Dreamed Precludes Low Ends.