They Talk Of The Dignity Of Work.

All Visible Objects, Man, Are But As Pasteboard Masks. But In Each Event — In The Living Act, The Undoubted Deed — There, Some Unknown But Still Reasoning Thing Puts Forth The Mouldings Of Its Features From Behind The Unreasoning Mask.

I Love To Sail Forbidden Seas, And Land On Barbarous Coasts.

Any Appellative At All Savouring Of Arbitrary Rank Is Unsuitable To A Man Of Liberal And Catholic Mind.

Boy, Take My Advice, And Never Try To Invent Any Thing But--happiness.

There Never Was A Great Man Yet Who Spent All His Life Inland.