Listen, you are no longer a boy. You are forty. When will you learn not to wait for chance but to build on what you have and use each day to consolid… - Thornton Wilder

"Esteban fell face downward upon the floor. "I am alone, alone, alone," he cried. The Captain stood above him, his great plain face ridged and gray with pain; it was his own old hours he was reliving. He was the awkwardest speaker in the world apart from the lore of the sea, but there are times when it requires a high courage to speak the banal. He could not be sure the figure on the floor was listening, but he said, "We do what we can. We push on, Esteban, as best we can. It isn't for long, you know. Time keeps going by. You'll be surprised at the way time passes.

Guile is the shield and spear of the oppressed.

The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.