Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!

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.

He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.

So, when on one side you hoist in Locke's head, you go over that way; but now, on the other side, hoist in Kant's and you come back again; but in very poor plight. Thus, some minds for ever keep trimming boat. Oh, ye foolish! throw all these thunder-heads overboard, and then you will float light and right.

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.

You must have plenty of sea-room to tell the truth in.

I baptize you not in the name of the father, but in the name of the devil. (Ego baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli.)