Half Of Tradition Is A Lie.

Such An Assemblage Of The Spraddle-legged Men Of The Middle Class, Whose Hands Were Bent And Shoulders Stooped From Delving And Constructing, Had Never Appeared To An Asbury Park Summer Crowd, And The Latter Was Vaguely Amused.

Truth ... Is A Breath, A Wind, A Shadow, A Phantom; Long Have I Pursued It, But Never Have I Touched The Hem Of Its Garment.

A Singular Disadvantage Of The Sea Lies In The Fact That After Successfully Surmounting One Wave You Discover Another Behind It Just As Important And Just As Nervously Anxious To Do Something Effective In The Way Of Swamping Boats. In A Ten-foot Dinghy One Can Get An Idea Of The Resources Of The Sea In The Line Of Waves That Is Not Probable To The Average Experience, Which Is Never At Sea In A Dinghy.

I Saw A Man Pursuing The Horizon

Everything Is Bicycle.