“He looked at the sea and realized how lonely he was now. But he saw the prisms in the deep dark water, and the line stretched forward and the strange undulation of the calm. The clouds were now forming under the trade wind and looking ahead he saw a flock of wild ducks silhouetted in the sky on the water, then fogged up, then silhouetted again, and he realized that no one was ever alone on the sea.”

Ernest Hemingway