To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a p >>
A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the se >>
As to honor -- you know -- it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance whic >>
There is hope from the sea, but none from the grave. >>
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, >>
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of >>
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.