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.

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.

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.

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.

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

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.