The humblest craft that floats makes its appeal to a seaman by the faithfulness of her life.

But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker - may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

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

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.

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.

The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth.