If the private life of the sea could ever be transposed onto paper, it would talk not about rivers or rain or glaciers or of molecules of oxygen and hydrogen, but of the millions of...

Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports.

The more people I meet the happier I become.

Maybe, if you can’t get someone out of your head they were never meant to leave. Perhaps, they were meant to help change you into the person you have been waiting to become.