To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.

Man is born a predestined idealist, for he is born to act. To act is to affirm the worth of an end, and to persist in affirming the worth of an end is to make an ideal.

The sea drowns out humanity and time. It has no sympathy with either, for it belongs to eternity; and of that it sings its monotonous song forever and ever.

The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

Simple people... are very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them.

As we grow older we think more and more of old persons and of old things and places. As to old persons, it seems as if we never know how much they have to tell until we are old ourselves and they have been gone twenty or thirty years. Once in a while we come upon some survivor of his or her generation that we have overlooked, and feel as if we had recovered one of the lost books of Livy or fished up the golden candlestick from the ooze of the Tiber.