It Is The Mark Of An Inexperienced

For All That Has Been Said Of The Love That Certain Natures (on Shore) Have Professed For It, For All The Celebrations It Has Been The Object Of In Prose And Song, The Sea Has Never Been Friendly To Man. At Most It Has Been The Accomplice Of Human Restlessness.

I Remember My Youth... The Feeling That I Could Last Forever, Outlast The Sea, The Earth, And All Men.

A Word Carries Far, Very Far, Deals Destruction Through Time As The Bullets Go Flying Through Space.

Any Fool Can Carry On, But A Wise Man Knows How To Shorten Sail In Time.

Any Work That Aspires, However Humbly, To The Condition Of Art Should Carry Its Justification In Every Line.