“...and he realized that he missed the old days of sailing, the ship almost willowy and hesitant, responsive to winds and weathers - not this hard, unthinking, mechanical drive toward a goal or destinations, so typical of the age itself.”

“...we are never old to ourselves. That is because at the close of the day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body.”

“One ship drives east and another drives westWith the selfsame winds that blow.Tis the set of the sailsAnd not the galesWhich tells us the way to go.Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate,As we voyage along through the life:Tis the set of a soulThat decides its goal,And not the calm or the strife. ”

“I’ll always be there, Anna, in every ship you see sailing past. I’ll be the wind in its sail.”

“Jem always said that Will rushed toward the end of a mission rather than proceeding in a measured manner, and that one must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the destination in the distance, or one would never reach one’s goal. Will closed his eyes for a moment. He knew that Jem was right, but it was hard to remember, when the goal that he sought was the girl that he loved.”

“Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.”