All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.
Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.
Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.
In the power and splendor of the universe, inspiration waits for the millions to come. Man has only to strive for it. Poems greater than the Iliad, plays greater than Macbeth, stories more engaging than Don Quixote await their seeker and finder.