“Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.”

“Green mountains rise to the north;white water rolls past the eastern city.Once it has been uprooted,the tumbleweed travels forever.Drifting clouds like a wanderer's mind;sunset, like the heart of your old friend.We turn, pause, look back and wave,Even our ponies look back and whine.”

“Oh dear white children, casual as birds,Playing among the ruined languages,So small beside their large confusing words.”

“I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”

“Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.”

“An ocean traveler has even more vividly the impression that the ocean is made of waves than that it is made of water.”