Truly the stars were given for a consolation to man.
The sea, vast and wild as it is, bears thus the waste and wrecks of human art to its remotest shore. There is no telling what it may not vomit up.
What I began by reading, I must finish by acting.
What we call wildness is a civilization other than our own.
We shall see but a little way if we require to understand what we see.
There is ripe fruit over your head.