Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you, smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and always mute with an air of whispering, "Come and find out".

The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.

The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.

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

The way of even the most jusitifiable revolution is prepared by personal impulses disguised into creeds.

Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.

The sea never changes and its works, for all the talks of men, are wrapped in mystery.