“I must go in, the fog is rising.”

“Drowning is not so pitiful as the attempt to rise.”

“We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.”

“Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.”

“I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.”

“I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.”

“We never know how high we areTill we are called to rise;And then, if we are true to plan,Our statures touch the skies.The heroism we reciteWould be a daily thing,Did not ourselves the cubits warpFor fear to be a king.”