Then it was that there came into my head the first of the mad notions that contributed so much to saving our lives. - Robert Louis Stevenson

They were a rough lot indeed, as sailors mostly are: being men rooted out of all the kindly parts of life, and condemned to toss together on the rough seas, with masters no less cruel.

When we take our advantage unrelentingly, then we make war.

I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.