In a good play every speech should be as fully flavored as a nut or apple.

They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.

The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.

A translation is no translation unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.

A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves.

In this cry of pain the inner consciousness of the people seems to lay itself bare for an instant, and to reveal the mood of beings who feel their isolation in the face of a universe that wars on them with winds and seas.

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.