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The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it... Beware of me, it says, but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands. (Grey George)
I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began. (Grey George)
When men come to like a sea-life, they are not fit to live on land. (Grey George)
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! (Grey George)
There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates. (Grey George)
It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay. When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys. (Grey George)
There is hope from the sea, but none from the grave. (Grey George)
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect. (Grey George)
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up. (Grey George)
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect. (Grey George)
I mention this fact as tending to support what I have often heard stated, namely, that a shark's sense of smell is so keen that, if men ever bathe in seas where they are found, a shark is almost sure to appear directly afterwards. (Grey George)
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