I have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced

The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealth, the germs of empires.

Certain streets have an atmosphere of their own, a sort of universal fame and the particular affection of their citizens. One of such streets is the Cannebiere, and the jest: "If Paris had a Cannebiere, it would be a little Marseilles" is the jocular expression of municipal pride. I, too, I have been under the spell. For me it has been a street leading into the unknown.

A task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.

A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway.

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

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies.