My Friends Plunged Into A Borderless Sea

In The Life Of Each Of Us There Is A Place Remote And Islanded, And Given To Endless Regret Or Secret Happiness.

There's Some Herb That's Good For Everybody, Except For Them That Thinks They're Sick When They Ain't.

Wrecked On The Lee Shore Of Age.

You Must Find Your Own Quiet Center Of Life, And Write From That To The World.

Tact Is After All A Kind Of Mind Reading.