It is in the shelter of each other that the people live. >>
Better be quarrelling than lonesome. >>
It is easy to halve the potato where there is love. >>
I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wi >>
The ocean, whose tides respond, like women's menses, to the pull of th >>
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of >>
There is hope from the sea, but none from the grave.