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.

The last thing a woman will consent to in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.

The condemned social order has not been built up on paper and ink, and I don't fancy that a combination of paper and ink will ever put an end to it.

A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway.

The interior deprives men of their senses. Here, the eerie stillness of the wilderness and the darkness of night render the men both deaf and blind. Without eyes or ears, they have no frame of reference-and without a frame of reference, they have no clear identities.

To be a great autocrat you must be a great barbarian.

The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.