Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.
It was Silver's voice, and before I had heard a dozen words, I would not have shown myself for all the world. I lay there, trembling and listening, in the extreme of fear and curiostiy, for, in those...
It is one of the worst things of sentiment that the voice grows to be more important than the words, and the speaker than that what is spoken.
If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!
His stories were what frightened people worst of all. Dreadful stories they were--about hanging, and walking the plank, and storms at sea, and the Dry Tortugas, and wild deeds and places on the Spanis...
I am not sure whether he's sane.-If there's any doubt about the matter, he is.
You cannot run away from a weakness. You must sometimes fight it out or perish and if that be so why not now and where you stand?
An aspiration is a joy forever a possession as solid as a landed estate a fortune which we can never exhaust and which gives us year by year a revenue of pleasurable activity.
Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.
Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.
This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?
Sightseeing is the art of disappointment.
If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also.
I sometimes think if we knew all, we should be more glad to get away.
A good conscience is eight parts of courage.
Anyone can carry his burden however hard until nightfall. Anyone can do his work however hard for one day. Anyone can live sweetly patiently lovingly purely till the sun goes down. And this is...
It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place.
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;She shines on thieves on the garden wall,On streets and fields and harbour quays,And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.
I am in the habit of looking not so much to the nature of a gift as to the spirit in which it is offered.