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

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.

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.

His face was filled with broken commandments.

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

The luck will alter and the star will rise.