Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.

We must go on, because we can't turn back.

Ah, there, " said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles.""That comes--as you call it--of being arrant asses, " retorted the doctor.

... I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

Doctors is all swabs.

I know how syrupy this sounds, how dull, provincial, and possibly whitewashed, but what can I do? Happy childhoods happen

You want to know my name? --a hill, a tree. An empty drifting boat.

Maybe all of us at Hailsam had little secrets like that -- little private nooks created out of thin air where we could go off alone without fears and longing.

Beware of little expenses a small leak will sink a great ship.

Freedom begins between the ears.

For me, working out is nothing to do with looks. It's to let it all out - the stress, the self-consciousness - you think less; it makes you more centred.

I do have some Catholic stuff that is done from the perspective of an ignorant Catholic. But other than that, topic-wise, there's nothing really filthy.

I think God is perfect, all-powerful and has an unstoppable plan for everyone, including those who love him and those who don't.

I can't regret until the end. And I won't regret then, either.

If I were to think of and dwell on disastrous possibilities, I could do nothing. I throw myself headlong into my work, and come up again with my studies.