Man with lantern: Who are you? Captain: The Flying Cloud. 220 days out of New York and 50 days trying to find your blasted ha...rbor. Man with lantern: Nobody asked you to come. Captain: Got anything in this hog-end of the world except fog? Man with lantern: Sure, we've got gold, fountains of gold.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mozart has the classic purity of light and the blue ocean; Beethoven the romantic grandeur which belongs to the storms of air and ...sea, and while the soul of Mozart seems to dwell on the ethereal peaks of Olympus, that of Beethoven climbs shuddering the storm-beaten sides of a Sinai. Blessed be they both! Each represents a moment of the ideal life, each does us good. Our love is due to both.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What we call little things are merely the causes of great things; they are the beginning, the embryo, and it is the point of depar...ture which, generally speaking, decides the whole future of an existence. One single black speck may be the beginning of a gangrene, of a storm, of a revolution.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When the storm rattles my windowpane I'll stay hunched at my desk, it will roar in vain... For I'll have plunged deep inside the thrill Of conjuring spring with the force of my will, Coaxing the sun from my heart, and building here Out of my fiery thoughts, a tepid atmosphere.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Men's private self-worlds are rather like our geographical world's seasons, storm, and sun, deserts, oases, mountains and abysses,... the endless-seeming plateaus, darkness and light, and always the sowing and the reaping.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Saturday mornings we listened to Red Lantern & his undersea folk. At 11, Let's Pretend/& we did/& I, the poet, still do, Than...k God!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »