They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force — nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.
What greatness had not floated on the ebb of that river into the mystery of an unknown earth!…The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealths, the germs of empires.
And an unselfish belief in the idea—something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to.
We live in the flicker — may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!
It’s queer how out of touch with truth women are! They live in a world of their own, and there had never been anything like it, and never can be.
For there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.
One goes on. And the time, too, goes on--till one perceives ahead a shadow-line warning one that the region of early youth, too, must be left behind.