“The ocean is a mighty harmonist.”

A tale in everything.

And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

There is creation in the eye.

Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.

Rest and be thankful.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Love betters what is best.

May books and nature be their early joy!

One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

Ever since I was a child I’ve always been very attracted to melodies. Whether I hear Jeff Beck, a choir, an ocean or the wind, there’s always a melody in there.

Growing up in Hawaii, the ocean is where I’m most at home. When I’m away from it and landlocked I long for the ocean. There’s something about it, I’m at peace with it.

The ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in beams.

There is tonic in the things that men do not love to hear. Free speech is to a great people what the winds are to oceans and where free speech is stopped miasma is bred, and death comes fast.

Part human and part ocean. A woman who must transform, a woman and a thunderstorm.

I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.

Sometimes you feel like a very small drop in this huge ocean.

She who has the courage to dive deep into the ocean will find the pearls.