If one who looked from a tower for a new star, watching for years the same part of the sky, suddenly saw it (quite by chance while thinking of other things), and knew it for the star for which he had hoped, how many millions of men would never care?

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.

How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.

There is no beauty or romance or mystery in the sea except for the men that sail abroad upon it, and those who stay at home and dream of them.

A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.

It was the hour when gauze-winged insects are born that only live for a day.

Logic, like whiskey, loses its beneficial effect when taken in too large quantities.