The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

To silence gossip, don't repeat it.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.