Our Souls Belong To Our Bodies, Not

There Are Two Places In The World Where Men Can Most Effectively Disappear - The City Of London And The South Seas.

It Is Impossible To Talk Or To Write Without Apparently Throwing Oneself Helplessly Open.

But The Might-have-been Is But Boggy Ground To Build Upon.

You Know Nothing Till You Know All; Which Is The Reason We Never Know Any Thing.

In Placid Hours Well-pleased We Dream Of Many A Brave Unbodied Scheme. But Form To Lend, Pulsed Life Create, What Unlike Things Must Meet And Mate: A Flame To Melt--a Wind To Freeze; Sad Patience--joyous Energies; Humility--yet Pride And Scorn; Instinct And Study; Love And Hate; Audacity--reverence. These Must Mate, And Fuse With Jacob's Mystic Heart, To Wrestle With The Angel--art.