He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away.

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.

We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

Everything can be found at sea according to the spirit of your quest.

We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.

Happiness, happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone, and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.

You can t, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty. And least of all can you condemn an artist pursuing, however humbly and imperfectly, a creative aim. In that interior world where his thought and his emotions go seeking for the experience of imagined adventures, there are no policemen, no law, no pressure of circumstance or dread of opinion to keep him within bounds. Who then is going to say Nay to his temptations if not his conscience?