All a man can betray is his conscience.

A ship in dock, surrounded by quays and the walls of warehouses, has the appearance of a prisoner meditating upon freedom in the sadness of a free spirit put under restraint.

It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.

The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.

A train of thought is never false. The falsehood lies deep in the necessities of existence.

The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.

Sometimes it takes all my resolution and power of self-control to refrain from butting my head against the wall. I want to howl and foam at the mouth but I daren't.