When a companion's heart of itself overflows, the best one can do is to do nothing.
It is the easiest thing in the world for a man to look as if he had a great secret in him.
Niggards are oftentimes neat.
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
You must have plenty of sea-room to tell the truth in.
Nobody is so heartily despised as a pusillanimous, lazy, good-for-nothing, land-lubber; a sailor has no bowels of compassion for him.