We haven't time to spare to hear whether it was between Italy and Sicily that he ran into a storm or somewhere outside the world we know-when every day we're running into our own storms, spiritual storms, and driven by vice into all the troubles that Ulysses ever knew.
Fortune dreads the brave, and is only terrible to the coward.
Leave in concealment what has long been concealed.
That which takes effect by chance is not an art.
No man ever became wise by chance.
To be always fortunate, and to pass through life with a soul that has never known sorrow, is to be ignorant of one half of nature.