We live as we dream — alone.... - Joseph Conrad

This could have occurred nowhere but in England, where men and sea interpenetrate, so to speak.

His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next.

You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.