I do not know whether I have been a good seaman, but I know I have been a very faithful one.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten - before the end is told - even if there happens to be any end to it.

It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun.

But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.

A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale.