But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.

I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear.

There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range.

Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.

Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.