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

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.

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

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

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

Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.

His face was filled with broken commandments.