The ocean has the conscienceless temper of a savage autocrat spoiled by much adulation
Some of us, regarding the ocean with understanding and affection, have seen it looking old, as if the immemorial ages had been stirred up from the undisturbed bottom of ooze. For it is a gale of wind that makes the sea look old.
The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.
Joy and sorrow in this world pass into each other, mingling their forms and their murmurs in the twilight of life as mysterious as an overshadowed ocean, while the dazzling brightness of supreme hopes lies far off, fascinating and still, on the distant edge of the horizon
One must explore deep and believe the incredible to find the new particles of truth floating in an ocean of insignificance.