Lapham’s Quarterly

All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full.

What will not attract a man’s stare at sea?—a gull, a turtle, a flying fish!

I never even saw the use of the sea. Many a sad heart has it caused, and many a sick stomach has it occasioned! The boldest sailor climbs on board with a heavy soul and leaps on land with a light spirit.

Seafarers go to sleep in the evening not knowing whether they will find themselves at the bottom of the sea the next morning.

The legislator is like the navigator of a ship on the high seas. He can steer the vessel on which he sails, but he cannot alter its construction, raise the wind, or stop the waves from swelling beneath his feet.

Ocean. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man—who has no gills.

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea. It is down there that the sea folk live.

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

Take back your golden fiddles, and we’ll beat to open sea.

The sea yields action to the body, meditation to the mind, the world to the world, all parts thereof to each part, by this art of arts—navigation.