I can't imagine a human being so hard up for something to do as to quarrel with me

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence

For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.

Imagine being my publicist, how hard that's gotta be.

And yet is not mankind itself, pushing on its blind way, driven by a dream of its greatness and its power upon the dark paths of excessive cruelty and of excessive devotion. And what is the pursuit of truth, after all?

I would imagine they would go higher, but it is hard to say.