In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors nor cares a fig about them. He is content to rob them if he can.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.

When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death.

Materialism and spirituality are two pretty racquets with which charlatans in cap and gown make the same ball fly.

For young people always begin by loving exaggeration, that infirmity of noble minds.