I love scuba diving, and I've been up and down the Amazon.
Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.
The river flows at its own sweet will, but the flood is bound in the two banks. If it were not thus bound, its freedom would be wasted.
A river without banks is a large puddle.
Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.
The Father of Waters [the Mississippi River] again goes unvexed to the sea.
After the Confederate defeat at Vicksburg, VA, Lincoln wrote:
What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?
If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.
Where the shadow of the bridge fell I could see down for a long way, but not as far as the bottom. When you leave a leaf in water a long time after awhile the tissue will be gone and the delicate fibres waving slow as the motion of sleep. They don't touch one another, no matter how knotted up they once were, no matter how close they lay once to the bones.
In the stream.- Mighty waters draw much stone and rubble along with them; mighty spirits many stupid and bewildered heads.