In The Concert Of Nature

A Country Without A Memory Is A Country Of Madmen.

Beautiful Things, When Taste Is Formed, Are Obviously And Unaccountably Beautiful.

I Love Moving Water, I Love Ships, I Love The Sharp Definition, The Concentrated Humanity, The Sublime Solitude Of Life At Sea. The Dangers Of It Only Make Present To Us The Peril Inherent In All Existence, Which The Stupid, Ignorant, Un-travelled Land-worm Never Discovers; And The Art Of It, So Mathematical, So Exact, So Rewarding To Intelligence, Appeals To Courage And Clears The Mind Of Superstition, While Filling It With Humility And True Religion.

History Is Always Written Wrong, And So Always Needs To Be Rewritten.

Eternal Vigilance Is The Price Of Knowledge.