A historian may be an artist too, and a novelist is a historian, the preserver, the keeper, the expounder, of human experience.

Mathematics commands all my respect, but I have no use for engines.

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

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

Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship's wake.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.

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