A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
One of the things that makes our military the best in the world is the certain knowledge of each soldier sailor airman and Marine that they can always count on their comrades should they need help - that they will never be abandoned.
All things on earth point home in old October sailors to sea travellers to walls and fences hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds the lover to the love he has forsaken.
It is of great use to the sailor to know the length of his line though he cannot with it fathom all the depths of the ocean.
No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail for being in a ship is being in a jail with the chance of being drowned... a man in a jail has more room better food and commonly better company.
As I've grown - dare I say it - older I had hopes of indulging my dreams of being a sailor.
I've always looked the same. Since I was a child I hated having to deal with my hair. I hated having to change my clothes. As a kid I had a sailor shirt and the same old corduroy pants and that's what I wanted to wear everyday.
He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.
Although as a sailor I despised politics - for I loved my sailor's life and still love it today - conditions forced me to take up a definite attitude towards political problems.
People who don't like me talk about it as though I'm trash because I have tattoos. I find that insane because it's 2008 not the 1950s. Tattoos aren't limited to sailors. It's a form of art I find beautiful. I love it.
It's so amazing standing on the corner -this happened in Washington D.C. - and somebody comes by in a Cadillac and you hear 'Manic Monday' on the radio and you don't even know this person and they're listening to it and singing along with it. Wow! Blows your mind.