The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.
Let it be fact, one feels, or let it be fiction; the imagination will not serve under two masters simultaneously.
Would there be trees if we didn't see them?
There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death.
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged.