Youth Is The Time When Hearts Are

I Am Madness Maddened! That Wild Madness That's Only Calm To Comprehend Itself

The Most Mighty Of Nature's Laws Is This, That Out Of Death She Brings Life.

See With What Entire Freedom The Whaleman Takes His Handful Of Lamps-often But Old Bottles And Vials, Though. ... He Burns, Too, The Purest Of Oil. ... It Is Sweet As Early Grass Butter In April. He Goes And Hunts For His Oil, So As To Be Sure Of Its Freshness And Genuineness, Even As The Traveler On The Prairie Hunts Up His Own Supper Of Game.

To A Sensitive Being, Pity Is Not Seldom Pain.

There Is No Life In Thee, Now, Except That Rocking Life Imparted By A Gently Rolling Ship; By Her, Borrowed From The Sea; By The Sea, From The Inscrutable Tides Of God.