Some great men owe most of their greatness to the ability of detecting in those they destine for their tools the exact quality of strength that matters for their work.

Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it.

In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

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.

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

The way of even the most jusitifiable revolution is prepared by personal impulses disguised into creeds.

A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.