I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..

The wind of God is always blowing... but you must hoist your sail..

Without fear we must set sail on the digital sea..

When I meet a wind I cannot fight , I can do naught but set my sails to let it take me where it will..

Don't go getting full of yourself becuase once you do, somebody's going to come and let the wind out of your sails.

When the winds of life don't hit your sails, you grab the oars of life and you start pushing..

I cannot predict the wind but I can have my sail ready..

But only a fool sails into combat with nature.

He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale..

God provides the wind, Man must raise the sail..

Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff..

It is time to be old To take in sail..

My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails..

Set your sails now but the ocean is very rough and treacherous... if you keep going you will get there..

Writing is a vessel...with readers the ocean and authors as its sails..

Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!.

To set sail somewhere is more important than life itself..

Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in..

set sail on a voyage of your own titanic facts.