I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more - the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort - to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires - and expires, too soon - too soon before life itself.

His name was Jermyn, and he dodged all day long about the galley drying his handkerchief before the stove. Apparently he never slept. He was a dismal man, with…

Only a moment; a moment of strength, of romance, of glamour - of youth!... A flick of sunshine upon a strange shore, the time to remember, the time for a sigh,…

I had been six years at sea, but had only seen Melbourne and Sydney, very good places, charming places in their way - but Bankok!

Do not shorten the morning by getting up late, or waste it in unworthy occupations or in talk; look upon it as the quintessence of life, as to a certain extent…

It's odd but even when I was a kid, I would write about 'old and other times' as though I had a lot of years behind me. Now I do, so there is a difference in t…

Hace falta mucho, mucho tiempo para ser joven.