I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas.

The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.

Nothing can lift the heart of man like manhood in a fellow man.

Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored.

Love's secrets, being mysteries, ever pertain to the transcendent and the infinite; and so they are as airy bridges, by which ourfurther shadows pass over into the regions of the golden mists and exhalations; whence all poetical, lovely thoughts are engendered, and drop into us, as though pearls should drop from rainbows.

Of all nature's animated kingdoms, fish are the most unchristian, inhospitable, heartless, and cold-blooded of creatures.

All the world over, the picturesque yields to the pocketesque.