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.
From Joseph Conrad
The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.
The last thing a woman will consent to discover in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.
It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.
How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?
A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea. If he tries to climb out into the air as inexperienced people endeavor to do, he drowns.
The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.
There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.
As to honor - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.
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