Occupation: Writer Birth: June 21, 1873 Death: February 5, 1958
The right good book is always a book of travel; it is about a life's journey..
It is better to obey the mysterious direction, without any fuss, when it points to a new road, however strange that road may be. There is probably as….
There is something about a voyage you are barely aware of while you are making it..
I do not love the sea. The look of it is disquieting. There is something in the very sound of it that stirs the premonition felt while we listen to n….
Most of us, I suppose, are a little nervous of the sea. No matter what its smiles may be, we doubt its friendship..
The World is what we think it is. If we can change our thoughts, we can change the world..
Light comes to us unexpectedly and obliquely. Perhaps it amuses the gods to try us. They want to see whether we are asleep..
The reader who is illuminated is, in a real sense, the poem..
As to the sea itself, love it you cannot. Why should you? I will never believe again the sea was ever loved by anyone whose life was married to it. I….
There is precious little hope to be got out of whatever keeps us industrious, but there is a chance for us whenever we cease work and become stargaze….