if you want the age of the Earth, look upon the sea in a storm
The ship moved so smoothly that her onward motion was imperceptible to the senses of men, as though she had been a crowded planet speeding through the dark spaces of ether behind the swarm of suns, in the appalling and calm solitudes awaiting the breath of future creations. `Hot is no name for it down below,’ said a voice.
There was a fierce purpose in the gale, a furious earnestness in the screech of the wind, in the brutal tumult of earth and sky
that seemed directed at him, and made him hold his breath in awe.
It is when we try to grapple with another man’s intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible,
wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun
There was a fierce purpose in the gale, a furious earnestness in the screech of the wind, in the brutal tumult of earth and sky
that seemed directed at him, and made him hold his breath in awe.
It is when we try to grapple with another man’s intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible,
wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun
