In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?

Woe to him who seeks to please rather than appall.

As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

So long as a man-of-war exists, it must ever remain a picture of much that is tyrannical and repelling in human nature.

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.

I try all things, I achieve what I can.

The names of all fine authors are fictitious ones, far more so than that of Junius,--simply standing, as they do, for the mystical, ever-eluding Spirit of all Beauty, which ubiquitously possesses men of genius.