It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.

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

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.

She feared the unknown as we all do, and her ignorance made the unknown infinitely vast.

The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.

If you don't make mistakes, you don't make anything .

the mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future