Love The Sea? I Dote Upon It--from

A Creature Undefiled By The Taint Of The World, Unvexed By Its Injustice, Unwearied By Its Hollow Pleasures; A Being Fresh From The Source Of Light, With Something Of Its Universal Lustre In It. If Childhood Be This, How Holy The Duty To See That In Its Onward Growth It Shall Be No Other!

As For The Brandy, "nothing Extenuate"; And The Water, Put Nought In In Malice.

Some People Are So Fond Of Ill Luck That They Run Halfway To Meet It.

If Slander Be A Snake, It Is A Winged One - It Flies As Well As Creeps.

Fortunes Made In No Time Are Like Shirts Made In No Time; It's Ten To One If They Hang Long Together.