“The moon rose up that evening and shot her silver arrows at the house under the artu tree. The house was empty. Then the moon came across the sea and across the reef. She lit the lagoon to it's dark,… — Henry de Vere Stacpoole Copy Share Image
“...he was presently rewarded with the sight of the present day disgrace of England. Out of the bathing tent, and into the full sunlight,… — Henry De Vere Stacpoole Copy Share Image
“Memory cannot produce a picture that Imagination has not retouched; and her pictures, even the ones least touched by Imagination, are no mere photographs,… — Henry de Vere Stacpoole Copy Share Image
“A great sea fog is not homogenous--its density varies: it is honeycombed with streets, it has its caves of clear air, its cliffs of… — Henry de Vere Stacpoole Copy Share Image
“...the thoughts we think in childhood, Captain, are the fathers of the thoughts we think when we are grown up.” — Henry de Vere Stacpoole Copy Share Image
“When we have learnt to call storms, storms, and death, death, and birth, birth, when we have mastered the sailor's horn-book and Mr Piddington's… — Henry de Vere Stacpoole Copy Share Image
“The moon rose up that evening and shot her silver arrows at the house under the artu tree. The house was empty. Then the… — Henry de Vere Stacpoole Copy Share Image
“Memory cannot produce a picture that Imagination has not retouched; and her pictures, even the ones least touched by Imagination, are no mere photographs,… — Henry de Vere Stacpoole Copy Share Image
