The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.

Stripped of the cunning artifices of the tailor, and standing forth in the garb of Eden - what a sorry set of round-shouldered, spindle-shanked, crane-necked varlets would civilized men appear!

If some books are deemed most baneful and their sale forbid, how then with deadlier facts, not dreams of doting men? Those whom books will hurt will not be proof against events. Events, not books should be forbid.

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

Honor lies in the mane of a horse.

Beware the People weeping When they bare the iron hand.

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