The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.

Stupid women, and all are stupid, think the first winning of the man the final victory. Then they settle down and grow fat, and stale, and dead, and heartbroken. Alas, they are so stupid. But you, little infant-woman with your first victory, you must make your love-life an unending chain of victories. Each day you must win your man again. And when you have won the last victory, when you can find no more to win, then ends love. Finis is written, and your man wanders in strange gardens.

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.

I'll have you know I do the swearing on this ship. If I need your assitance I'll call you." Capt. Wolf Larsen

Somehow, the love of the islands, like the love of a woman, just happens. One cannot determine in advance to love a particular woman, nor can one so determine to love Hawaii.

One cannot violate the promptings of one's nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.