Power Dwells With Cheerfulness.

The Sea Is Masculine, The Type Of Active Strength. Look, What Egg-shells Are Drifting All Over It, Each One, Like Ours, Filled With Men In Ecstasies Of Terror, Alternating With Cockney Conceit, As The Sea Is Rough Or Smooth. Is This Sad-colored Circle An Eternal Cemetery?

We Are Very Near To Greatness: One Step And We Are Safe; Can We Not Take The Leap?

Let The Bird Sing Without Deciphering The Song.

All Men Are Poets At Heart.

Words Are Also Actions, And Actions Are A Kind Of Words.