To genius life never grows commonplace.
Fate loves the fearless.
If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.
The material of thought re-acts upon the thought itself.
There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.