"There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath."

"Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope."

"Art is the objectification of feeling."

"At sea a fellow comes out. Salt water is like wine, in that respect."

"I saw few die of hunger of eating, a hundred thousand."

"The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying."

"Marriage is the death of hope."

"Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress."