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

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

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

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

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

There is precious little hope to be got out of whatever keeps us industrious, but there is a chance for us whenever we cease work and become stargazers.

The reader who is illuminated is, in a real sense, the poem.