The sea - this truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of manly qualities - courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness - has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.

The sea--this truth must be confessed-- has no generosity. No display of manly qualities-- courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness--has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.

They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force--nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.

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.

There is a weird power in a spoken word.