Some of us, regarding the ocean with understanding and affection, have seen it looking old, as if the immemorial ages had been stirred up from the undisturbed bottom of ooze. For it is a gale of wind that makes the sea look old.

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

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

The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.

The revolutionary spirit is mighty convenient in this, that it frees one from all scruples as regards ideas.

All one's work might have been better done; but this is a sort of reflection a worker must put aside courageously if he doesn't mean every one of his conceptions to remain forever a private vision, an evanescent reverie.

His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain -- why he did not instantly disappear.