“Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.”

“Most roads lead men homewards,My road leads forth.”

“Sea-feverI must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-roverAnd quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.”

“All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.”

“Beauty you lifted up my sleeping eye And filled my heart with longing with a look.”

“Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.”

“The days that make us happy make us wise.”