Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

Tomorrow Is No Man's Gift.

It Must Be Remembered That The Sea Is A Great Breeder Of Friendship. Two Men Who Have Known Each Other For Twenty Years Find That Twenty Days At Sea Bring Them Nearer Than Ever They Were Before, Or Else Estrange Them.

Every Man Should Have Laws Of His Own, I Should Think; Commandments Of His Own, For Every Man Has A Different Set Of Circumstances Wherein To Work - Or Worry.

The Music Throbbed In A Voice Of Singular And Delicate Power; The Air Was Resonant With Melody, Love And Pain. The Meanest Italian In The Gallery Far Up Beneath The Ceiling, The Most Exalted Of The Land In The Boxes And The Stalls, Leaned Indulgently Forward, To Be Swept By This Sweet Storm Of Song.

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.