The conquest of the earth... is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only... not a sentimental pretence but an idea.

I sit down religiously every morning, I sit down for eight hours every day - and the sitting down is all.

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.

A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.

... it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.