Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.
Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
There is nothing we like to communicate to others as much as the seal of secrecy together with what lies under it.
The years of anxious searching in the dark, with their intense longing, their alternations of confidence and exhaustion, and final emergence into light—only those who have experienced it can understand that.
Cities are, first of all, seats of the highest economic division of labor.
The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
It is of great use to the sailor to know the length of his line, though he cannot with it fathom all the depths of the ocean.
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water. Don't let yourself indulge in vain wishes.
Search others for their virtues, thyself for thy vices.
I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.
The alchemists in their search for gold discovered many other things of greater value.
As winter settles in, trees stand as skeletal silhouettes against the wintry sky, their branches adorned with the intricate lace of frost. It's a season where the world appears hushed, inviting us to cherish the simplicity of quietude, the crunch of snow beneath our feet, and the comfort found in the glow of twinkling lights against the early nightfall.
I have always heard, Sancho, that doing good to base fellows is like throwing water into the sea.
Christmas is a season not only of rejoicing but of reflection.
Nothing gives rest but the sincere search for truth.
As the snowflakes gently fall and the world transforms into a serene winter wonderland, Christmas arrives like a beautiful melody, reminding us to cherish the bonds that unite us. It's a time to wrap ourselves in the warmth of togetherness, reminisce about cherished memories, and revel in the joy of giving. May this festive season fill your heart with love, peace, and endless happiness.
As the first snow falls gently outside, covering the world in a white blanket, the season of reflection begins. Christmas is the moment when we leave behind the hustle and bustle of everyday life, embrace the warmth of community, and feel the power of love. May this festive time be filled with heartfelt moments for you and your loved ones.