He wanted—what did he want most in life? I think his distinctive craving is best expressed as fun—fun in companionship.

What a huge inaccessible lumber-room of thought and experience we amounted to, I thought; how much we are, how little we transmit.

For fifteen years Mr. Polly was a respectable shopkeeper in Fishbourne. Years they were in which every day was tedious, and when they were gone it was as if they had gone in a flash.

We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.

It is not reasonable that those who gamble with men's lives should not pay with their own.

Sailors ought never to go to church. They ought to go to hell, where it is much more comfortable.