Beginnings are apt to be shadowy and so it is the beginnings of the great mother life, the sea.

To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feelthe breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of year, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.

I will go back to the great sweet mother,/ Mother and lover of men, the sea.

As different streams having different sources all mingle their waters in the sea, so different tendencies various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to God.

Anyone can steer the ship when the sea is calm

Life is a bridge over the sea of changes. Do not build a house on it.