The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.
The grand points in human nature are the same to-day they were a thousand years ago. The only variability in them is in expression, not in feature.
Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?
Aid my disillusionment, my friend!
Whatever my fate, I'll go to it laughing.
Nobody is so heartily despised as a pusillanimous, lazy, good-for-nothing, land-lubber; a sailor has no bowels of compassion for him.