Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.

It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.

So death obscures your gentle form, So memory strives to make the darkness bright; And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies, Part of the island till the planet ends, My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise, Part of this crag this bitter surge offends, While I, who pass, a little obscure thing, War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.

Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.

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.

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

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