Tis Always Morning Somewhere.

My Soul Is Full Of Longing For The Secret Of The Sea

The Natural Alone Is Permanent.

The Everyday Cares And Duties, Which Men Call Drudgery, Are The Weights And Counterpoises Of The Clock Of Time, Giving Its Pendulum A True Vibration And Its Hands A Regular Motion; And When They Cease To Hang Upon Its Wheels, The Pendulum No Longer Swings, The Hands No Longer Move The Clock Stands Still.

Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!

Tell Me Not, In Mournful Numbers, Life Is But An Empty Dream!