We Can Never Cease To

I Do Not Know Whether I Have Been A Good Seaman, But I Know I Have Been A Very Faithful One.

We Looked At The Venerable Stream Not In The Vivid Flush Of A Short Day That Comes And Departs Forever, But In The August Light Of Abiding Memories.

A Word Carries Far, Very Far, Deals Destruction Through Time As The Bullets Go Flying Through Space.

For A Time I Would Feel I Belonged Still To A World Of Straightforward Facts; But The Feeling Would Not Last Long. Something Would Turn Up To Scare It Away.

It's Only Those Who Do Nothing That Make No Mistakes, I Suppose.