We are off! The courses and topsails are set: the coral-hung anchor swings from the bow: and together, the three royals are given to the breeze, that follows us out to sea like the baying of a hound.

Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters.

A thing may be incredible and still be true; sometimes it is incredible because it is true.

Man and boy, I have lived ever since I can remember.

Silence is the only Voice of our God.

The eyes are the gateway to the soul.

For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life.