It was Silver's voice, and before I had heard a dozen words, I would not have shown myself for all the world. I lay there, trembling and listening, in the extreme of fear and curiostiy, for, in those dozen words, I understood that the lives of all the honest men aboard depended on me alone.

There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.

I am told there are people who do not care for maps, and I find it hard to believe.

The cruelest lies are often told in silence.

It is better to be a fool than to be dead.

It takes hard writing to make easy reading.

I am not afraid of the truth, if any one could tell it me, but I am afraid of parts of it impertinently uttered.