I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.

It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.

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

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

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

It is too maddening. I've got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, 3 hours in a seasick steamer, & after being heartily sick, I'll have to speak 3 times, & then be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England?