Thou Art To Me A Delicious Torment.

A Beautiful Woman Is A Practical Poet, Taming Her Savage Mate, Planting Tenderness, Hope And Eloquence In All Whom She Approaches.

The True Ship Is The Ship Builder.

In The Presence Of Nature, A Wild Delight Runs Through The Man, In Spite Of Real Sorrows.

No Facts To Me Are Sacred; None Are Profane.

The Lord Is The Peasant That Was, The Peasant Is The Lord That Shall Be.