When a crew and a captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale, and more than a gale, to put their ship ashore.

We have done with Hope and Honour. we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung; And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young!

Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.

Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink.

Any fool can waste, any fool can muddle, but it takes something of a man to save, and the more he saves the more of a man does it make of him.

And what should they know of England who only England know?

The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities.