Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.

Benjamin Franklin went through life an altered man because he once paid too dearly for a penny whistle. My concern springs usually from a deeper source, to wit, from having bought a whistle when I did not want one.

Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.

There are two things that men should never weary of, goodness and humility; we get none too much of them in this rough world among cold, proud people.

I have never seen the sea quiet round Treasure Island. The sun might blaze overhead, the air be without a breath, the surface smooth and blue, but still these great rollers would be running along all the external coast, thundering and thundering by day and night; and I scarce believe there is one spot in the island where a man would be out of earshot of their noise.

Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.