The goal is not to sail the boat, but rather to help the boat sail herself.
I don't know who named them swells. There's nothing swell about them. They should have named them awfuls.
Spirits rise as the sails fill. . . Gone is the sea's glassy surface, and with it the terrible glare. Close the hatches and ports! We're sailing again!
The thing I realized this last few days is that the earth is a big place.
To the question, "When were your spirits at the lowest ebb?" the obvious answer seemed to be, "When the gin gave out. "
I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze.
A small craft in an ocean is, or should be, a benevolent dictatorship.
There never was a great man yet who spent all his life inland.
There is but a plank between a sailor and eternity.
When I forget how talented God is, I look to the sea.
Only fools and passengers drink at sea.
The sea finds out everything you did wrong.
The ocean is an object of no small terror.
Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer.
To reach a port we must set sail
He who lets the sea lull him into a sense of security is in very grave danger.
If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
I want a boat that drinks 6, eats 4, and sleeps 2.
How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is quite clearly Ocean.
Even now; with a thousand little voyages notched in my belt. I still feel a memorial chill on casting off.