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| The sea-reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway. In the offing the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. | | Uncategorized | |
| The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations the most faithful of his courtiers to shipwreck, disaster, and death. | | Uncategorized | |
| There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten -- before the end is told -- even if there happens to be any end to it. | | Uncategorized | |
| There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea. | | Uncategorized | |
| There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery | | Soul | |
| They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. There must be a moral bond first. All a man can betray is his conscience. | | Uncategorized | |
| This could have occurred nowhere but in England, where men and sea interpenetrate, so to speak. | | Uncategorized | |
| This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still... | | Uncategorized | |
| To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot. | | Uncategorized | |
| To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence | | Uncategorized | |
| Truth of a modest sort I can promise you, and also sincerity. That complete, praiseworthy sincerity which, while it delivers one into the hands of one's enemies, is as likely as not to embroil one with one's friends. | | Uncategorized | |
| Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory | | Vanity | |
| We live, as we dream alone | | Living | |
| What all men are really after is some form, or perhaps only some formula, of peace. | | Uncategorized | |
| What is a novel if not a conviction of our fellow-men's existence strong enough to take upon itself a form of imagined life clearer than reality and whose accumulated verisimilitude of selected episodes puts to shame the pride of documentary history? | | Uncategorized | |
| Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion. | | Loneliness | |
| Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life. | | Men | |
| Words, as is well known, are great foes of reality | | Words | |
| You can t, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty. And least of all can you condemn an artist pursuing, however humbly and imperfectly, a creative aim. In that interior world where his thought and his emotions go seeking for the experience of imagined adventures, there are no policemen, no law, no pressure of circumstance or dread of opinion to keep him within bounds. Who then is going to say Nay to his temptations if not his conscience? | | Uncategorized | |
| You can't, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty. | | Duty; Integrity; Men | |
