For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon.

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 not Justice the servant of men, but accident, hazard, Fortune-the ally of patient Time-that holds an even and scrupulous balance.

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

the mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future