Yes! Yes! Give me this glorious ocean life, this salt-sea life, this briny, foamy life, when the sea neighs and snorts, and you breathe the very breath that the great whales respire! Let me roll around the globe, let me rock upon the sea, let me race and pant out my life with an eternal breeze astern and an endless sea before!
I am still hopeful that a man can be care-free without being careless.
It is life ashore which seems different and strange.
It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
If the whole is beautiful, the part is beautiful.
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
