The World is what we think it is. If we can change our thoughts, we can change the world.

Light comes to us unexpectedly and obliquely. Perhaps it amuses the gods to try us. They want to see whether we are asleep.

The World is what we think it is. If we can change our thoughts, we can change the world.

I do not love the sea. The look of it is disquieting. There is something in the very sound of it that stirs the premonition felt while we listen to noble music; we become inexplicably troubled.

There is something about a voyage you are barely aware of while you are making it.

The right good book is always a book of travel; it is about a life's journey.

As to the sea itself, love it you cannot. Why should you? I will never believe again the sea was ever loved by anyone whose life was married to it. It is the creation of omnipotence, which is not of humankind and understandable, and so the springs of its behavior are hidden.