Hope is the most treacherous of all human fancies.
Superstition is a quality that seems indigenous to the ocean.
Systems are to be appreciated by their general effects, and not by particular exceptions.
Should we distrust the man because his manners are not our manners, and that his skin is dark?
Battles, unlike bargains, are rarely discussed in society.
Where are your combing seas, your blue water, your rollers, your breakers, your whales, or your waterspouts, and your endless motion, in this bit of a forest, child?