Time is made up of various ages; and each thinks its own a novelty.

At banquets surfeit not, but fill; partake, and retire; and eat not again till you crave.

A ship is a bit of terra firma cut off from the main; it is a state in itself; and the captain is its king.

Prayer draws us near to our own souls.

Ah! the best righteousness of our man-of-war world seems but an unrealized ideal, after all; and those maxims which, in the hope of bringing about a Millennium, we busily teach to the heathen, we Christians ourselves disregard.

Though essaying but a sportive sail, I was driven from my course by a blast re sistless; and ill-provided, young, and bowed by the brunt of things before my prime, still fly before the gale. ... If after all these fearful fainting trances, the verdict be, the golden haven was not gained; yet in bold quest thereof, better to sink in boundless deeps than float on vulgar shoals; and give me, ye gods, an utter wreck, if wreck I do.

Whatever my fate, I'll go to it laughing.