It Is A Maudlin And Indecent Verity

Ah! These Commercial Interests -- Spoiling The Finest Life Under The Sun. Why Must The Sea Be Used For Trade -- And For War As Well?...it Would Have Been So Much Nicer Just To Sail About, With Here And There A Port And A Bit Of Land To Stretch One's Legs On, Buy A Few Books And Get A Change Of Cooking For A While.

Perhaps Life Is Just That... A Dream And A Fear.

The Terrorist And The Policeman Both Come From The Same Basket.

That Faculty Of Beholding At A Hint The Face Of His Desire And The Shape Of His Dream, Without Which The Earth Would Know No Lover And No Adventurer.

A Man That Is Born Falls Into A Dream Like A Man Who Falls Into The Sea.