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

The sea - this truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of manly qualities - courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness - has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.

An artist is a man of action, whether he creates a personality, invents an expedient, or finds the issue of a complicated situation.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.

A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale.

Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship's wake.