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

The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world.

He struggled with himself, too. I saw it -- I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.

The blight of futility that lies in wait for men's speeches had fallen upon our conversation and made it a thing of empty sounds.

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.

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

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