And So We Plough Along,

Every Author Has The Whole Past To Contend With; All The Centuries Are Upon Him. He Is Compared With Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Milton.

A Sermon Is No Sermon In Which I Cannot Hear The Heartbeat.

What Heart Has Not Acknowledged The Influence Of This Hour, The Sweet And Soothing Hour Of Twilight, The Hour Of Love, The Hour Of Adoration, The Hour Of Rest, When We Think Of Those We Love Only To Regret That We Have Not Loved Them More Dearly, When We Remember Our Enemies Only To Forgive Them.

My Soul Is Full Of Longing For The Secret Of The Sea

The Rapture Of Pursuing Is The Prize The Vanquished Gain.