Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, - Outward bound.

Forgotten? No, we never do forget: We let the years go; wash them clean with tears, Leave them to bleach out in the open day, Or lock them careful by, like dea…

Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty! Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty: Love given willingly, full and free, Love for love's sake - as mine to thee. …

Lo! all life this truth declares, Laborare est orare; And the whole earth rings with prayers.

I think, ofttimes, that lives of men may be Likened to wandering winds that come and go Not knowing whence they rise, whither they blow O'er the vast globe, vo…

When setting out upon your way to Ithaca, wish always that your course be long, full of adventure, full of lore.

When I was fifteen and had quit school forever, I went to work in a vineyard near Sanger with a number of Mexicans, one of whom was only a year or two older th…