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

It is a maudlin and indecent verity that comes out through the strength of wine.

A fool has more ideas than a wise man can foresee.

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

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

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.

Some of us, regarding the ocean with understanding and affection, have seen it looking old, as if the immemorial ages had been stirred up from the undisturbed bottom of ooze. For it is a gale of wind that makes the sea look old.