As to the sea itself, love it you cannot. Why should you? I will never believe again the sea was ever loved by anyone whose life was married to it. It is the creation of omnipotence, which is not of humankind and understandable, and so the springs of its behavior are hidden.

The right good book is always a book of travel; it is about a life's journey.

Most of us, I suppose, are a little nervous of the sea. No matter what its smiles may be, we doubt its friendship.

It is better to obey the mysterious direction, without any fuss, when it points to a new road, however strange that road may be. There is probably as much reason for it, if the truth were known, as for anything else.

Light comes to us unexpectedly and obliquely. Perhaps it amuses the gods to try us. They want to see whether we are asleep.

The World is what we think it is. If we can change our thoughts, we can change the world.

There is something about a voyage you are barely aware of while you are making it.