“...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.”

“That is because at the close of the day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body.”

“For myself, hand on heart, those things never bothered me. It is one of the graces of married life that for some magical reason we always look the same to each other. Even our friends never seem to grow old. What a boon that is, and never suspected by me when I was young. But I suppose, otherwise, what would we do? There has never been a person in an old people’s home that hasn’t looked around dubiously at the other inhabitants. They are the old ones, they are the club that no one wants to join. But we are never old to ourselves. That is because at close of day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body.”

“Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.”

“Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. ”

“What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.”