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

Of all nature's animated kingdoms, fish are the most unchristian, inhospitable, heartless, and cold-blooded of creatures.

But the might-have-been is but boggy ground to build upon.

The grand points in human nature are the same to-day they were a thousand years ago. The only variability in them is in expression, not in feature.

I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas.

When I think of this life I have led; the desolation of solitude it has been; the masoned, walled-town of a Captain's exclusiveness, which admits but small entrance to any sympathy from the green country without - oh, weariness! heaviness! Guinea-coast slavery of solitary command!

I cherish the greatest respect towards everybody's religious obligations, no matter how comical.