The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.

Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy

There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.

Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

I can't tell if a straw ever saved a drowning man, but I know that a mere glance is enough to make dspair pause. For in truth, we who are creatures of impulse, are creatures of despair.

I have been called romantic. Well, that can't be helped. But stay. I seem to remember that I have been called a realist also. And as that charge too can be made out, let us try to live up to it, at whatever cost, for a change.