Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple.

It gave me a moment of exquisite satisfaction to find myself moving away from civilisation in this rude canvas canoe of a model that has served primitive races since men first went to sea.

The drama, like the symphony, does not teach or prove anything.

Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple.

Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.

I'm a good scholar when it comes to reading but a blotting kind of writer when you give me a pen.

A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the movement of the waves and fog, but when we came further it was lost sight of, and nothing could be seen but the mist curling in the rigging, and a small circle of foam.