The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.

We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs forever, but in the august light of abiding memories.

Joy and sorrow in this world pass into each other, mingling their forms and their murmurs in the twilight of life as mysterious as an overshadowed ocean, while the dazzling brightness of supreme hopes lies far off, fascinating and still, on the distant edge of the horizon

Who would care to question the ground of forgiveness or compassion.

We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness

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

The conquest of the earth... is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only... not a sentimental pretence but an idea.