If the highest aim of a captain were to preserve his ship, he would keep it in port forever.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it - but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
Looking out over the port of Dover, with the endless steam of boats coming in and out, every British citizen is reminded that belonging here has never been about blood or genes. It's simply about being at home on this discrete island and being aware of the privileges and responsibilities that brings.
If I could time travel into the future, my first port of call would be the point where medical technology is at its best because, like most people on this planet, I have this aversion to dying.
To reach a port, we must sail - sail, not tie at anchor - sail, not drift.
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.
It is easy enough to be moral after a good dinner beside a snug coal fire, and with our hearts well warmed with fine old port.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships are built for.