...in certain moods, no man can weigh this world without throwing in something, somehow like Original Sin, to strike the uneven balance.

You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world.... We are not a nation, so much as a world.

Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.

Thou wine art the friend of the friendless, though a foe to all.

Are not half our lives spent in reproaches for foregone actions, of the true nature and consequences of which we were wholly ignorant at the time?

Nothing may help or heal While Amor incensed remembers wrong.

The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.