The days pass happily with me wherever my ship sails.

To young men contemplating a voyage I would say go.

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

To know the laws that govern the winds, and to know that you know them, will give you an easy mind on your voyage round the world; otherwise you may tremble at the appearance of every cloud.

To be taken into account were some years of schooling, where I studied with diligence Neptune's laws, and these laws I tried to obey when I sailed overseas; it was worth the while.

Anyhow, a philosophical turn of thought now was not amiss, else one's patience would have given out almost at the harbour entrance. The term of her probation was eight days.

...as the day wore on I watched the birds all flying in one direction, and said, Land lies there.

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

As for myself, the wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

If the Spray discovered no continents on her voyage, it may be that there were no more continents to be discovered. She did not seek new worlds, or sail to pow-wow about the dangers of the sea.

Now, it it well known that one cannot step on a tack without saying something about it.

I would kiss Tipper much longer.

What has been presented as Christianity during these nineteen centuries is only a beginning, full of mistakes, not full blown Christianity springing from the spirit of Jesus.

We lament the speed of our society and the lack of depth and the nature of disposable information.

I am wont to think that men are not so much the keepers of herds as herds are the keepers of men. The former are so much the freer.

My favorite book is my next one. I’m always hoping to make my next book my best one.

As long as God lets me live, I want to do things that make a difference in the world besides play music.

The physicist's problem is the problem of ultimate origins and ultimate natural laws. The biologist's problem is the problem of complexity.

It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

Change is hard, I should know. I should know.