Heaven To Me's A Fair Blue Stretch

All I Ask Is A Tall Ship And A Star To Sail Her By.

And May We Find When Ended Is The Page, Death But A Tavern On Our Pilgrimage.

It Is Too Maddening. I've Got To Fly Off, Right Now, To Some Devilish Navy Yard, 3 Hours In A Seasick Steamer, & After Being Heartily Sick, I'll Have To Speak 3 Times, & Then Be Sick Coming Home. Still, Who Would Not Be Sick For England?

Life, A Beauty Chased By Tragic Laughter.

It May Be That We Cease; We Cannot Tell. Even If We Cease, Life Is A Miracle.