The sea is masculine, the type of active strength. Look, what egg-shells are drifting all over it, each one, like ours, filled with men in ecstasies of terror, alternating with cockney conceit, as the sea is rough or smooth. Is this sad-colored circle an eternal cemetery?

Everything good is on the highway.

Self-trust is the first secret of success.

Neither is life long enough for friendship. That is a serious and majestic affair.

Our expenses are all for conformity.

To a dull mind all of nature is leaden. To the illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.

The one thing in the world, of value, is the active soul