But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?

The days pass happily with me wherever my ship sails.

Nothing escapes the vigilance of the New South Wales police; their reputation is known the world over.

To young men contemplating a voyage I would say go.

My ship was also in better condition than when she sailed from Boston on her long voyage. She was still as sound as a nut, and as tight as the best ship afloat. She did not leak a drop - not one drop!

I once knew a writer who, after saying beautiful things about the sea, passed through a Pacific hurricane, and he became a changed man.

Good work in the building of my vessel stood me always in good stead.