To what shall we compare a being to whom all social laws, all the false sentiments of the world were unknown, and who kept his ravishing innocence by obeying nought but the instincts of his heart?
Nevertheless, in spite of his sombre melancholy, he came to feel the need of loving, of finding another mother, another soul for his soul.
But, separated from civilization by an iron wall, it was well-nigh impossible to meet with a being who had flowered like himself.
Instinctively seeking another self to whom to confide his thoughts and whose life might blend with his life, he ended in sympathizing with his Ocean.

The sea became to him a living, thinking being.

Always in presence of that vast creation, the hidden marvels of which contrast so grandly with those of earth, he discovered the meaning of many mysteries.

Familiar from his cradle with the infinitude of those liquid fields, the sea and the sky taught him many poems.

To him, all was variety in that vast picture so monotonous to some.