Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight, and through the dim stir, through the faint sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one's very heart - its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life.

I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.

It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun.

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

Books may be written in all sorts of places. Verbal inspiration may enter the berth of a mariner on board a ship frozen fast in a river in the middle of a town.

A task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.

Everything can be found at sea according to the spirit of your quest.