Truth is in things, and not in words.
Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges.
Truth is the silliest thing under the sun. Try to get a living by the Truth and go to the Soup Societies. Heavens! Let any clergyman try to preach the Truth from its very stronghold, the pulpit, and they would ride him out of his church on his own pulpit bannister.
In this world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely, and without passport whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontiers.
Let us speak, though we show all our faults and weaknesses, - for it is a sign of strength to be weak, to know it, and out with it - not in a set way and ostentatiously, though, but incidentally and without premeditation.
A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.
At sea a fellow comes out. Salt water is like wine, in that respect.
Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of what we have until it is gone?
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.
There are times when even the most potent governor must wink at transgression, in order to preserve the laws inviolate for the future.
Friendship at first sight, like love at first sight, is said to be the only truth.
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
Art is the objectification of feeling.
Old age is always wakeful as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.