Little islands are all large prisons; one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow

The sea, like a crinkled chart, spread to the horizon, and lapped the sharp outline of the coast, while the houses were white shells in a rounded grotto, pricked here and there by a great orange sun.

I was surrounded at the time by about a dozen of the enemy, whose clubs rattled upon me without mercy, and the strokes of my sabre were rendered uncertain by the energetic pushes of an attendant who thus hoped to save me.

Support a compatriot against a native, however the former may blunder or plunder.

Indeed he knows not how to know who knows not also how to un-know.