In the power and splendor of the universe, inspiration waits for the millions to come. Man has only to strive for it. Poems greater than the Iliad, plays greater than Macbeth, stories more engaging than Don Quixote await their seeker and finder.

I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.

Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.

In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

Humans consist of body, mind and imagination. Our bodies are faulty, our minds untrustworthy, but our imagination has made us remarkable.

People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.

His face was filled with broken commandments.