Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.

If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean’s insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune’s vanity.

The Bane…where coxswain’s dirtand seaman’s shirtsbrushed bawdily upon her chest…

Sail through the good days, and on bad days pick a spot of blue sky to steer toward.

Every sea to scare the sailor, I have sailed.

He who believes not in your quest should not sail with you, so that he won’t sink your ship

She found out that having something to do prevented you from feeling seasick, and that even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it was done in a seamanlike way. She was...

Life is not being sure what will come next or how it will come. We guess at everything we do. We take leap after leap in the dark and that’s the joy of living and...

Where we sail and anchor our heart fill up the multitude odyssey paving to the coming home of our soul.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch...

I like to sail. My son Caden and I are avid sailors.

On your track to success, never forget that you are crossing many rivers. Yes you are! And each of those rivers contain crocodiles that may attempt to intimidate you. Never be afraid; sail on and...