Necessity, they say, is mother of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.

Going home must be like going to render an account.

For there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence.

As to honor - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.

One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.

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

Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.