Yea, All Things Live Forever, Though At

It Is Not Wise To Neglect The Present For The Future, For Who Knows What The Future Will Be?

There Are Things And There Are Faces Which, When Felt Or Seen For The First Time, Stamp Themselves Upon The Mind Like A Sun Image On A Sensitized Plate And There Remain Unalterably Fixed.

It Is Curious To Look Back And Realize Upon What Trivial And Apparently Coincidental Circumstances Great Events Frequently Turn As Easily And Naturally As A Door On Its Hinges.

I Am Not A Nervous Man In A General Way, And Very Little Troubled With Superstitions, Of Which I Have Lived To See The Folly.

The Sky Aft Was Dark As Pitch, But The Moon Still Shone Brightly Ahead Of Us And Lit Up The Blackness. Beneath Its Sheen A Huge White-topped Breaker, Twenty Feet High Or More, Was Rushing On To Us. It Was On The Break-the Moon Shone On Its Crest And Tipped Its Foam With Light. On It Rushed Beneath The Inky Sky, Driven By The Awful Squall Behind It.