There Is Something Haunting In

A Certain Simplicity Of Thought Is Common To Serene Souls At Both Ends Of The Social Scale.

I Slipped The Book Into My Pocket. I Assure You To Leave Off Reading Was Like Tearing Myself Away From The Shelter Of An Old And Solid Friendship.

It Is Not Justice The Servant Of Men, But Accident, Hazard, Fortune-the Ally Of Patient Time-that Holds An Even And Scrupulous Balance.

The Sea Has Never Been Friendly To Man. At Most It Has Been The Accomplice Of Human Restlessness.

It Is Respectable To Have No Illusions, And Safe, And Profitable And Dull.