My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.

Man is man, and master of his fate.

Man's word is God in man.

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.