The Only Thing A Man Knows Is

I Have Learned To Prize The Quiet, Lightning Deed, Not The Applauding Thunder At Its Heels That Men Call Fame.

In The Entire Circle Of The Year There Are No Days So Delightful As Those Of A Fine October.

The Sea Complains Upon A Thousand Shores.

A Brave Soul Is A Thing Which All Things Serve.

We Have Two Lives; The Soul Of Man Is Like The Rolling World, One Half In Day, The Other Dipt In Night; The One Has Music And The Flying Cloud, The Other, Silence And The Wakeful Stars.