Kisses are the remnants of paradise.

The ocean has the conscienceless temper of a savage autocrat spoiled by much adulation

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.

Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship's wake.

That faculty of beholding at a hint the face of his desire and the shape of his dream, without which the earth would know no lover and no adventurer.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.