Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

I know this -- a man got to do what he got to do.

"Somewhere in the world there is defeat for everyone. Some are destroyed by defeat, and some made small and mean by victory. Greatness lives in one who triumphs equally over defeat add victory."

"I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession."