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

Being a lady is a frightfully troublesome assignment, since it comprises mainly in managing men.

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

Ah! These commercial interests -- spoiling the finest life under the sun. Why must the sea be used for trade -- and for war as well?...It would have been so much nicer just to sail about, with here and there a port and a bit of land to stretch one's legs on, buy a few books and get a change of cooking for a while.

This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon.

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