Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.
John MasefieldOff Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.
John MasefieldIn 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.
John Masefield