Idleness, Like Kisses, To Be Sweet Must

That The Boat Did Not Upset I Simply State As A Fact. Why It Did Not Upset I Am Unable To Offer Any Reason. I Have Often Thought About The Matter Since, But I Have Never Succeeded In Arriving At Any Satisfactory Explanation Of The Phenomenon. Possibly The Result May Have Been Brought About By The Natural Obstinacy Of All Things In This World. The Boat May Possibly Have Come To The Conclusion, Judging From A Cursory View Of Our Behaviour, That We Had Come Out For A Morning's Suicide, And Had Thereupon Determined To Disappoint Us. That Is The Only Suggestion I Can Offer.

When You Forget To Take The Sail At All, Then The Wind Is Constantly In Your Favour Both Ways. But There! This World Is Only A Probation, And Man Was Born To Trouble As The Sparks Fly Upward.

What I Am Looking For Is A Blessing Not In Disguise.

If You Are Foolish Enough To Be Contented, Don't Show It, But Grumble With The Rest; And If You Can Do With A Little, Ask For A Great Deal. Because If You Don't You Won't Get Any.

It Is A Curious Fact, But Nobody Ever Is Sea-sick - On Land. At Sea, You Come Across Plenty Of People Very Bad Indeed, Whole Boat-loads Of Them; But I Never Met A Man Yet, On Land, Who Had Ever Known At All What It Was To Be Sea-sick. Where The Thousands Upon Thousands Of Bad Sailors That Swarm In Every Ship Hide Themselves When They Are On Land Is A Mystery.