“The anchor heaves, the ship swings freeThe sails swell full. To sea, to sea!”

“There is some secret stirring in the world, A thought that seeks impatiently its word.”

“If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?”

“Love? Do I love? I walkWithin the brilliance of another's thought,As in a glory. I was dark before,as Venus' chapel in the black of night:But there was something holy in the darkness,Softer and not so thick as the other where;And as rich moonlight may be to the blind,Unconsciously consoling. Then love came,Like the out-bursting of a trodden star.”

“He that will not sail till all dangers are over must never put to sea.”

“Love. The wide sea that one word conjures up, all the currents and tides and storms and oily swells of it.”

“Like the vital rudder of a ship, we have been provided a way to determine the direction we travel. The lighthouse of the Lord beckons to all as we sail the seas of life. Our home port is the celestial kingdom of God. Our purpose is to steer an undeviating course in that direction. A man without a purpose is like a ship without a rudder—never likely to reach home port. To us comes the signal: Chart your course, set your sail, position your rudder, and proceed.”