The luck will alter and the star will rise.

Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.

Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.

In the dark room where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir, But through the death of some of her.

I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.