The sky aft was dark as pitch, but the moon still shone brightly ahead of us and lit up the blackness. Beneath its sheen a huge white-topped breaker, twenty feet high or more, was rushing on to us. It was on the break-the moon shone on its crest and tipped its foam with light. On it rushed beneath the inky sky, driven by the awful squall behind it.

Civilization is only savagery silver-gilt.

Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

Wealth is good, and if it comes our way we will take it; but a gentleman does not sell himself for wealth.

Adventurer: he that goes to meet whatever may come. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another.

It is curious to look back and realize upon what trivial and apparently coincidental circumstances great events frequently turn as easily and naturally as a door on its hinges.