Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.
My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.
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.
His face was filled with broken commandments.
The days that make us happy make us wise
Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.