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

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.

I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude - and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

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

The blight of futility that lies in wait for men's speeches had fallen upon our conversation and made it a thing of empty sounds.

They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. There must be a moral bond first. All a man can betray is his conscience.

Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.