“Beacon, beacon, lonesome on a hillWaves run aground, pound round, what a thrill!Water water everywhere crashes,Shores not lazy for it mashes, bashes..Summers when tourists traipse oer to see you,Of...”

“Beacon, beacon, lonesome on a hillWaves run aground, pound round, what a thrill!Water water everywhere crashes,Shores not lazy for it mashes, bashes..Summers when tourists traipse oer to see you,Of...”

“Mystique saturates, gluts the air,Adventure’s even more than rare,Excitement’s everywhere to share,And Novelty’s beyond compare.”

“Beacon, beacon, lonesome on a hill—Waves run aground, pound ‘round, what a thrill!Water water everywhere crashes,Shore’s not lazy for it mashes, bashes…..Summer’s when tourists traipse o’er to see ...”

“Saturday night is perfect for writers because other people have "plans.”

“Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.”

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”