The Soul Selects Her Own Society.

Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice Of Strength.

If I Shouldn't Be Alive When The Robins Come, Give The One In Red Cravat, A Memorial Crumb.

Exultation Is The Going Of An Inland Soul To Sea Past The Houses, Past The Headlands Into Deep Eternity! Bred As We, Among The Mountains Can The Sailor Understand The Divine Intoxication Of The First League Out From Land?

The Dearest Ones Of Time, The Strongest Friends Of The Soul--books.

Behavior Is What A Man Does, Not What He Thinks, Feels, Or Believes.