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

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

Humans consist of body, mind and imagination. Our bodies are faulty, our minds untrustworthy, but our imagination has made us remarkable.

I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.