The Sun Was Down, And

The Spot Of Ground On Which A Man Has Stood Is Forever Interesting To Him.

The Pleased Sea On A White-breasted Shore-- A Shore That Wears On Her Alluring Brows Rare Shells, Far Brought, The Love-gifts Of The Sea, That Blushed A Tell-tale.

If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret, Wrap It Up In Frankness.

There Is No Ghost So Difficult To Lay As The Ghost Of An Injury.

The Only Thing A Man Knows Is Himself.