Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.

His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

You can read Kant by yourself, if you wanted to; but you must share a joke with someone else.

We got together in a few days a company of the toughest old salts imaginable--not pretty to look at, but fellows, by their faces, of the most indomitable spirit.

I believe in an ultimate decency of things.

A great part of this life consists in contemplating what we cannot cure.