John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes

He enters the port with a full sail.

What you do for a living is not be creative, what you do for a living is ship.

Ports are necessities, like postage stamps or soap, but they seldom seem to care what impressions they make.

I have my ship, and all her flags are a-flying. She is all that I have left, and music is her name.

The whole experience of the last 20 years of government trading in commodities, credit and shipping has demonstrated that it is alive with international friction and threats to peace …. The long view should be to restore international trade to free enterprise.

The exchanges of commerce demand stated, reliable, and rapid means of communication.

An act of atrocious piracy having been committed on one of our trading ships by the inhabitants of a settlement on the west coast of Sumatra, a frigate was dispatched with orders to demand satisfaction for the injury if those who committed it should be found to be members of a regular government, capable of maintaining the usual relations with foreign nations; but if, as it was supposed and as they proved to be, they were a band of lawless pirates, to inflict such a chastisement as would deter them and others from like aggressions. This last was done, and the effect has been an increased respect for our flag in those distant seas and additional security for our commerce.

The power to regulate commerce does not look to the principle by which boats were moved. That power was left to individual discretion. The act demonstrates the opinion of Congress that steamboats may be enrolled and licensed in common with vessels using sails. They are, of course, entitled to the same privileges and can no more be restrained from navigating waters and entering ports, which are free to such vessels, than if they were wafted on their voyage by the winds instead of being propelled by the agency of fire. The one element may be as legitimately used as the other, for every commercial purpose authorized by the laws of the river, and the act of a State inhibiting the use of either to any vessel, having a license under the act of Congress, comes, we think, in direct collision with that act. The acts of the Legislature of the State of New York, granting to Robert R. Livingston and Robert Fulton the exclusive navigation of all the waters within the jurisdiction of that State, with boats moved by fire or steam, for a term of years, are repugnant to that clause of the constitution of the United States, which authorizes Congress to regulate commerce, so far as the said acts prohibit vessels licensed, according to the laws of the United States, for carrying on the coasting trade, from navigating the said waters by means of fire or steam.

The State hereby grants the exclusive privilege of navigating all boats that might be propelled by steam, on all waters within the territory, or jurisdiction of the State, for the term of twenty years.

Any businessman will tell you that transportation is fundamental to success.

I wanted to sail when I was in grammar school and well remember memorizing the names of the sails from the Merriam-Webster's ponderous dictionary in the library. Now I am actually at sea - as a passenger, of course, but at sea nevertheless - and bound for Ecuador.

If I were to travel with all my instruments, I would need a truck.

My dad worked on the Middlesbrough docks.

I don't think any one 'ship' - like a Bughead or a Barchie or Varchie fans - should give up hope at any time because you never know.

Ill vessels seldome miscarry.

It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea.

The world's a ship on its voyage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

For I am coconut / and the heart of me / is sweeter / than you know.

I would not creep along the coast but steer Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars.

We are off! The courses and topsails are set: the coral-hung anchor swings from the bow: and together, the three royals are given to the breeze, that follows us out to sea like the baying of a hound.

Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?

There are a lot of mysterious things about boats, such as why anyone would get on one voluntarily.

All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.

But who is this, what thing of sea or land,- Female of sex it seems,- That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger?

Three fishers went sailing away to the west,/ Away to the west as the sun went down.