I do not think I was made to help people."

"And what were you made to do?"

"To wander.

The goal of my life is to tie adventure to my feet, stock memories in my pocket, hold imagination in my palms like fairy dust and sprinkle it on my tales.

Visions from the gods are gifts alone for those who wander.

There is nothing more disgraceful than a vain man."

"Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without.

I am tired of safe places, and roofs, and walls around me.

Through all his years of roving, even on nights like this, he had remained blind to the beauty of the sea, and now his feeling toward it had settled into weary hatred. He knew its effects of blended color, its wide gradations of sound and action, the tireless charm of a sailing ship's effortless movement, the quality of silent distance and the wonder of the skies. Dimly at times, in moments of rare emotion, he had caught a glimpse of the mystic hand that beckons beyond the horizon and felt for a little while the fated urge of the wanderer. But that was in the beginning, long ago when he had first gone to sea, and he had forgotten it.

("Fire In The Galley Stove")