My idea of man's chief end was to enrich the world with things of beauty, and have a fairly good time myself while doing so.

There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only that is foreign.

The bold may not live long, but the timid never live at all.

There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head could carry; and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked old wild sea-songs, minding nobody... Often I have heard the house shaking with Yo-ho-ho and a bottle and rum, all the neighbours joining in for dear life with the fear of death upon them and each singing louder than the other to avoid remark. Fiften men on the dead man's chest, Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil have done for the rest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.

Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.

Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.