A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.

The humblest craft that floats makes its appeal to a seaman by the faithfulness of her life.

The word 'ivory' rang in the air, was whispered, was sighed. You would think they were praying to it. A taint of imbecile rapacity blew through it all, like a whiff from some corpse. By Jove! I've never seen anything so unreal in my life. And outside, the silent wilderness surrounding this cleared speck on the earth struck me as something great and invincible, like evil or truth, waiting patiently for the passing away of this fantastic invasion.

Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs forever, but in the august light of abiding memories.

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

Going home must be like going to render an account.