The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations the most faithful of his courtiers to shipwreck, disaster, and death.

I call to mind a winter landscape in Amsterdam - a flat foreground of waste land, with here and there stacks of timber, like the huts of a camp of some very mi…

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.

An artist is a man of action, whether he creates a personality, invents an expedient, or finds the issue of a complicated situation.

I heard through the night The rush and the clamour; The pulse of the fight Like blows of Thor's hammer; The pattering flight Of the leaves, and the anguished M…

The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous sta…

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by.