Whenever we discover a dislike in us, toward any one, we should ever be a little suspicious of ourselves.

I try all things, I achieve what I can.

It is the horrible texture of a fabric that should be woven of ships' cables and hawsers. A Polar wind blows through it, and birds of prey hover over it.

The Navy is the asylum for the perverse, the home of the unfortunate. Here the sons of adversity meet the children of calamity, and here the children of calamity meet the offspring of sin.

Any appellative at all savouring of arbitrary rank is unsuitable to a man of liberal and catholic mind.

Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.

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