It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening. They emptied a big tin dish of juicy fragments of fish- the blood-ends the cook had collected overnight. They cleaned up the plates and pans of the elder mess, who were out fishing, sliced pork for the midday meal, swabbed down the foc'sle, filled the lamps, drew coal and water for the cook, an investigated the fore-hold, where the boat's stores were stacked. It was another perfect day - soft, mild and clear; and Harvey breathed to the very bottom of his lungs.

When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.

Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.

I wasted my substance, I know I did, on riotous living, so I did, but there's nothing on record to show I did more than my betters have done.

What is the moral? Who rides may read.