Heaven suits the back to the burden.

In the Destroyer's steps there spring up bright creations that defy his power, and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven.

It was understood that nothing of a tender nature could possibly be confided to old Barley, by reason of his being totally unequal to the consideration of any subject more psychological than gout, rum, and purser's stores.

It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.

The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.

The ocean asks for nothing but those who stand by her shores gradually attune themselves to her rhythm.

We must scrunch or be scrunched.