Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.
I remember my youth... the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men.
We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine.
I have been called romantic. Well, that can't be helped. But stay. I seem to remember that I have been called a realist also. And as that charge too can be made out, let us try to live up to it, at whatever cost, for a change.
History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.