Wisdom sails with wind and time.

He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.

Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.

I had been feeling a little rum. I didn't think it was anything serious because years ago I felt a lump and it was benign. I assumed this would be too. It kind of takes the wind out of your sails and I don't know what the future holds if anything.

The pessimist complains about the wind the optimist expects it to change the realist adjusts the sails.

I can't change the direction of the wind but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.

I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.

The sanitary and mechanical age we are now entering makes up for the mercy it grants to our sense of smell by the ferocity with which it assails our sense of hearing.