Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

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

The mind of man is capable of anything.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.

The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly Weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous stab.

Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.

There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.