The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.

The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.

The sailor is frankness, the landsman is finesse. Life is not a game with the sailor, demanding the long head

Poor fish of Rodondo! in your victimized confidence, you are of the number of those who inconsiderately trust, while they do not understand, human nature.

The worst of our evils we blindly inflict upon ourselves; our officers cannot remove them, even if they would.

The sweetest joys of life grow in the very jaws of its perils.

Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!