In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.
The easiest way of life is the best.
In a multitude of acquaintances is less security, than in one faithful friend.
Nobody is so heartily despised as a pusillanimous, lazy, good-for-nothing, land-lubber; a sailor has no bowels of compassion for him.
Man and boy, I have lived ever since I can remember.
The world's a ship on its voyage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.