All I Ask Is A Tall Ship

To Most Of Us The Future Seems Unsure. But Then It Always Has Been; And We Who Have Seen Great Changes Must Have Great Hopes.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.

Off Cape Horn There Are But Two Kinds Of Weather, Neither One Of Them A Pleasant Kind.

Life's Battle Is A Conquest For The Strong; The Meaning Shows In The Defeated Thing.

My Road Leads Me Seawards To The White Dipping Sails.