For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away.

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

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.

We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.

Some great men owe most of their greatness to the ability of detecting in those they destine for their tools the exact quality of strength that matters for their work.

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.

The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.