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

Who would care to question the ground of forgiveness or compassion.

It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.

In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom, especially if it has got to be carried into the market.

One ship is very much like another and the sea is always the same. In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.

One must explore deep and believe the incredible to find the new particles of truth floating in an ocean of insignificance.

It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams.