An Edwardian lady in full dress was a wonder to behold, and her preparations for viewing were awesome.

But there are no loners. No man lives in a void. His every act is conditioned by his time and his society.

The colors of the underwater rock [are] as pale and delicate as those in the wardrobe of an 18th-century marchioness.

The sum of a million facts is not the truth.

Men do not fight for flag or country, for the Marine Corps or glory or any other abstraction. They fight for one another. And if you came through this ordeal, you would age with dignity.

The coconut trees, lithe and graceful, crowd the beach like a minuet of slender elderly virgins adopting flippant poses.

An Edwardian lady in full dress was a wonder to behold, and her preparations for viewing were awesome.