But they were fated to misunderstand each other.

...it is human nature, I suppose, to be futile and ridiculous.

It came to Mr. Blood, as he trudged forward under the laden apple-trees on that fragrant, delicious July morning, that man—as he had long suspected—was the vilest work of God, and that only a fool would set himself up as a healer of a species that was best exterminated.

I am very poor - for a know nothing, understand nothing. It is not a calamitous condition until it is realized.

Only he who is without anything is without enemies.

Truth is so often disconcerting.

There remained the sea, which is free to all, and particularly alluring to those who feel themselves at war with humanity.