All deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea, while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore.

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!

In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?

The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.

All truth is profound.

Great towers take time to construct.

Stay true to the dreams of thy youth.