I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

Shadows fall on even the brightest hours.

I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.

Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human words.

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

Together forever, never apart. Sometimes in distance, but never in heart.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

There is no man more complete than the one who travelled a lot, who changed the shape of his thoughts and his life twenty times.

Art completes what nature cannot bring to finish. The artist gives us knowledge of nature's unrealized ends.

Evaluate what you want - because what gets measured, gets produced.

Globed from the atoms falling slow or swift I see the suns, I see the systems lift Their forms; and even the systems and the suns Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.

I've grown into the person I am today.

I rarely exercise at all, except I have some hand weights that I'll lift idly while I'm watching TV. I did do some push-ups last week and somehow hurt my shoulder.

Power over must be replaced by shared power, by the power to do things, by the discovery of our own strength as opposed to a passive receiving of power exercised by others, often in our name.

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