But the might-have-been is but boggy ground to build upon.
The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.
Charity, like poetry, should be cultivated, if only for its being graceful.
Let us only hate hatred; and once give love a play, we will fall in love with a unicorn.
He who goes oftenest round Cape Horn goes the most circumspectly.
Though amid all the smoking horror and diabolism of a sea-fight, sharks will be seen longingly gazing up to the ship's decks, like hungry dogs round a table where red meat is being carved, ready to bolt down every killed man that is tossed to them.