I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick.

He struggled with himself, too. I saw it -- I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.

You can't, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.

The ocean has the conscienceless temper of a savage autocrat spoiled by much adulation

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.

A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.