I Argue Thee That Love Is Life.

Exultation Is The Going Of An Inland Soul To Sea Past The Houses, Past The Headlands Into Deep Eternity! Bred As We, Among The Mountains Can The Sailor Understand The Divine Intoxication Of The First League Out From Land?

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.

There Is Always One Thing To Be Grateful For - That One Is One's Self And Not Somebody Else.

Will You Tell Me My Fault, Frankly As To Yourself, For I Had Rather Wince, Than Die. Men Do Not Call The Surgeon To Commend The Bone, But To Set It, Sir.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.