Wiser in relish, if sedate, Come graybeards to their roses late.

Implacable I, the implacable Sea; Implacable most when most I smile serene- Pleased, not appeased, by myriad wrecks in me.

Wag the world how it will, Leaves must be green in Spring.

All deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea, while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore.

Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.

Beware the People weeping When they bare the iron hand.

All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys.

Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!

It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.

It's not on any map; true places never are.