“You are nowIn London, that great sea, whose ebb and flowAt once is deaf and loud, and on the shoreVomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.Yet in its depth what treasures!”
“Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature.”
“I'm sorry to go, but its alright. Rivers dry up; tides ebb; the sea goes on.”
“When it's three o'clock in New York, it's still 1938 in London. ”
“It's a great thing, to cherish your loved ones and to treasure everything around you.”
“Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.”