Lights of ships moved in the fairway-a great stir of lights going up and going down. And farther west on the upper reaches the place of the monstrous town was still marked ominously on the sky, a brooding gloom in sunshine, a lurid glare under the stars.

The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.

A man's most open actions have a secret side to them.

The ocean has the conscienceless temper of a savage autocrat spoiled by much adulation

Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.

You can't, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.