Stars and shadows ain't good to see by.

There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist.

Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does all the work

I could never learn to like her, except on a raft at sea with no other provisions in sight.

It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.

I can think of nothing but the stars. It is like a piece of my soul had been lost, empty, and it is now filled with the light of a million stars. They are all that I have ever dreamed of; they are nothing that I ever expected... I will never, never be the same. I have seen stars. Real stars.