“My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.”

“Come, my friendsTis not too late to seek a newer worldPush off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die”

“T is not too late to seek a newer world.Push off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsOf all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’We are not now that strength which in old daysMov’d earth and heaven, that which we are, we are:One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

“I am the pool of goldWhen sunset burns and dies--You are my deepening skies;Give me your stars to hold”

“...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.”

“All of my friends want to be in my books, but no one wants to die...ummm...I write westerns...everyone dies.”