The first dead man on Omaha Beach must be a sailor!
Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! List, ye landsmen all, to me; Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea.
If you could use the Internet somehow to see how a Fiji sailor is doing, rather than having to read a text version of it somewhere a day later, that would be great.
There is but a plank between a sailor and eternity.
The first steps in Agriculture, Astronomy, Zoology, (those first steps which the farmer, the hunter, and the sailor take,) teach that nature's dice are always loaded; that in her heaps and rubbish are concealed sure and useful results.
It is part of a sailor's life to die well.
The ocean, whose tides respond, like women's menses, to the pull of the moon, the ocean which corresponds to the amniotic fluid in which human life begins, the ocean on whose surface vessels (personified as female) can ride but in whose depth sailors meet their death and monsters conceal themselves. . . it is unstable and threatening as the earth is not; it spawns new life daily, yet swallows up lives; it is changeable like the moon, unregulated, yet indestructible and eternal.
A great mind is a good sailor, as a great heart is.
I never played a rich man, I never played a prince. And to play a sailor or longshoreman you had to make your dance more eclectic and varied, but still keep it indigenous to your nationality, upbringing, and background.
The sailor is frankness, the landsman is finesse. Life is not a game with the sailor, demanding the long head
We could say they government spend like drunken sailors, but that would be unfair to drunken sailors, because the sailors are spending their own money.
I cuss like a sailor; I smoked cigarettes for many years but quit and have never looked back; also, I ride a motorcycle. . . in Los Angeles. . . so there ya go.
The allurement that women hold out to men is precisely the allurement that Cape Hatteras holds out to sailors; they are enormously dangerous and hence enormously fascinating.
All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them
I have the mouth of a sailor.
Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.
An angry skipper makes an unhappy crew.
Nobody is so heartily despised as a pusillanimous, lazy, good-for-nothing, land-lubber; a sailor has no bowels of compassion for him.
Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor.
A good sailor knows everything is always changing.