Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.
I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.
I need this wild life, this freedom.
Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.