The one thing finished in this hasty world.
There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.
Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.
Silence is sorrow's best food.
It is the vain endeavor to make ourselves what we are not that has strewn history with so many broken purposes and lives left in the rough.