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

The only ugliness is that of the heart, seen through the face. And though beauty be obvious, the only loveliness is invisible.

Let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; better than to gaze upon God.

We are only what we are; not what we would be; nor every thing we hope for. We are but a step in a scale, that reaches further above us than below.

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

Warmest climes but nurse the cruellest fangs: the tiger of Bengal crouches in spiced groves of ceaseless verdure. Skies the most effulgent but basket the deadliest thunders: gorgeous Cuba knows tornadoes that never swept tame northern lands.

The terrors of truth and dart of death To faith alike are vain.