Honor lies in the mane of a horse.

I am a man who, from his youth upwards, has been filled with a profound conviction that the easiest way of life is the best.

It is not for man to follow the trail of truth too far, since by so doing he entirely loses the directing compass of his mind.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.

God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart for ever; that vulture the very creature he creates.

One of the coolest and wisest hours a man has, is just after he awakes in the morning.

Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure. Consider also the devilish brilliance and beauty of many of its most remorseless tribes, as the dainty embellished shape of many species of sharks. Consider, once more, the universal cannibalism of the sea; all whose creatures prey upon each other, carrying on eternal war since the world began.